Call me a crazy person. Or a business nazi. But everything needs to have a catchy name or people won't dig deeper.
Rather than just call this "hobby" of my two husbands "smoke meat", I wanted a name for it. Romel came up with this PERFECT name for this soon to be side business.
HANABADDAH BRADDAHS SMOKE MEAT
Is that perfect or what!? So, me being the nifty website builder person I am, I made them their own site. As soon as I get the slideshow built, I'll have pictures up so you can see the magic happen.
This is my first real experience with smoked meat and it tastes pretty darned good.
I'm blogging about because this is a perfect example of how something that starts off as an inkling or an idea, can grow to something real.
So, Romel and Mitch were eradicating a LOT of feral pigs in the last 6+ months. Catching and killing was one thing. A lot of people were asking for the meat, or the live pigs. Well, when you're catching 15+ pigs a week, you tend to get stuck with a lot of squealers in your yard.
One day, I came home from work and I found a SKETCH on the table. I had no idea what it was. Romel tried to hide it from me. He later told me, it was his design on building a smoker. I had a fit.
Me: A smoker?! Where exactly are you planning on putting this smoker?
Him: Right here, in our yard.
Me: OH HECK NO! (This is a PG site.)
Him: WHY?! We gotta do something with all this meat. Such a waste to just toss it when nobody wants it.
Me: oh emm....whatever.
Months go by and I figured his desire for this smoker plan came and went. Boy was I wrong. I came home from work one day with this HUGE metal locker thing in my yard. Next thing I know, I hear banging, cutting, then burning. Mommy is NOT happy. It looks like a huge metal coffin that can hold at least 3 bodies in it! Seriously? does it have to be such a honker? sigh....
Now, this thing is in my backyard and I've got Paul Bunyan hacking and sawing tons of kiawe wood one weekend. Still, I'm thinking this is going to pass. I brought home 2 packs of baby back ribs one night. The following weekend, those two packs are in the smoker. I'm furious because I wanted barbecue. Well, after I ate that fall of the bone goodness, I regress. HOLY TOLEDO THIS STUFF IS ONO! Ok. I wasn't THAT ecstatic about it (in front of him) because now I'm eating my words. LOL. but damn..it was good.
We take our one week vacation in Vegas and come home to a lot of people who need help eradicating pigs. Here come the HB's to the rescue! Now we got meat. Now we got smoke.
Now YOU can get free smoked meat until we run out of this first batch. I had to get past the mindset that these were once the squealing animals in my yard the other day. After I closed my eyes and took a few pieces in, the flavor just whops you in the mouth. Straight from the smoker, its delish.
Pan fry it with some mango jam and onions and you've just broken your mouth.
Rather than just call this "hobby" of my two husbands "smoke meat", I wanted a name for it. Romel came up with this PERFECT name for this soon to be side business.
HANABADDAH BRADDAHS SMOKE MEAT
Is that perfect or what!? So, me being the nifty website builder person I am, I made them their own site. As soon as I get the slideshow built, I'll have pictures up so you can see the magic happen.
This is my first real experience with smoked meat and it tastes pretty darned good.
I'm blogging about because this is a perfect example of how something that starts off as an inkling or an idea, can grow to something real.
So, Romel and Mitch were eradicating a LOT of feral pigs in the last 6+ months. Catching and killing was one thing. A lot of people were asking for the meat, or the live pigs. Well, when you're catching 15+ pigs a week, you tend to get stuck with a lot of squealers in your yard.
One day, I came home from work and I found a SKETCH on the table. I had no idea what it was. Romel tried to hide it from me. He later told me, it was his design on building a smoker. I had a fit.
Me: A smoker?! Where exactly are you planning on putting this smoker?
Him: Right here, in our yard.
Me: OH HECK NO! (This is a PG site.)
Him: WHY?! We gotta do something with all this meat. Such a waste to just toss it when nobody wants it.
Me: oh emm....whatever.
Months go by and I figured his desire for this smoker plan came and went. Boy was I wrong. I came home from work one day with this HUGE metal locker thing in my yard. Next thing I know, I hear banging, cutting, then burning. Mommy is NOT happy. It looks like a huge metal coffin that can hold at least 3 bodies in it! Seriously? does it have to be such a honker? sigh....
Now, this thing is in my backyard and I've got Paul Bunyan hacking and sawing tons of kiawe wood one weekend. Still, I'm thinking this is going to pass. I brought home 2 packs of baby back ribs one night. The following weekend, those two packs are in the smoker. I'm furious because I wanted barbecue. Well, after I ate that fall of the bone goodness, I regress. HOLY TOLEDO THIS STUFF IS ONO! Ok. I wasn't THAT ecstatic about it (in front of him) because now I'm eating my words. LOL. but damn..it was good.
We take our one week vacation in Vegas and come home to a lot of people who need help eradicating pigs. Here come the HB's to the rescue! Now we got meat. Now we got smoke.
Now YOU can get free smoked meat until we run out of this first batch. I had to get past the mindset that these were once the squealing animals in my yard the other day. After I closed my eyes and took a few pieces in, the flavor just whops you in the mouth. Straight from the smoker, its delish.
Pan fry it with some mango jam and onions and you've just broken your mouth.
Cousin Mike can't wait to dig in!
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