It’s a little after 5 AM on Sunday. In a few minutes, I will be injected the hell out of a pork butt Steve brought over yesterday using one of his concoctions made with who knows what. (I dont ask, they are usually pretty good.)
Of course, the marinade injection takes place only after I have lit the smoker so that it’s nice and hot when I stick the pork butt in there.
At 5 AM. On a Sunday. 5 AM.
Happy F#*&@%^*# Birthday, Steve and Tommy.