If you’ve been a “faithful follower of Brother John Birch” (Charlie Daniels Band) as well as this blog you may have come across a post or two where I reference my beloved Big Green Egg. For those of you unschooled in the fine art of Bar-Bee-Que the Big Green Egg is “da bomb”. (on a side note, at age 52 it becomes increasingly difficult to keep up on the appropriate adjectives – “da-bomb” I’m sure, has long been passe)
Anyway, in the instructional DVD that comes with your Big Green Egg you are strongly advised to always “burp” your egg. The BGE is a very air-tight grill/smoker and if you fling open the lid with reckless abandon you’re likely to experience “flash back” – a sudden rush of oxygen to the hot coals causing a burst of red hot flame to emanate from the blistering, boiling, bowels of your egg.
I’ve always been a Careful Carl when it comes to burping my egg – until last weekend. Lost in thought (and quite possibly in the grips of an Absolut Peppar Bloody Mary) I did “fling with reckless abandon” of which the following is the result.
My son is also a BBQ aficianodo and I texted him the above image. His response was, “Well I guess that’s the nail in the coffin for the last few stragglers!” Such compassion from my own child!!
So . . . should you ever be tempted to purchase a BGE – be sure you always burp it!!!
