Do we all get to the point in our lives where we look ourselves in the mirror and see that we've done all the things we've sworn we wouldn't? I'm pretty sure that I am there.
I'll never buy a truck. (Did it.)
I'll never listen to country music. (Did it and liked some of it.)
I'll never, ever, ever get an electric smoker. I mean, those things are basically cheating. Right?
BBQ is ultimately about heat control. It was one thing to spend time fiddling with a charcoal or gas fired ...
My little boy is a pretty lucky kid. He ate at more world-ranked BBQ joints before the age of one than most people do in their whole lives, and at some of those more than once. He spends most of his time while I am on the grill or smoker with his nose pressed up against the patio door glass. He's a kid who loves his 'cue. Unsurprisingly, he also loves bacon (and now my Bacon Burnt Ends) and eats them with glee and an expression on his mug that we've come to jokingly call "bacon face".