Hellooooooooo Tom. Sorry to be so slow on the uptake here.
I can't quite make the link to the piece about fast-cooked brisket, but I'll keep trying. What Jim did (with all apologies to the Cookshack Nation) was run his new Southern Pride like an Eldorado. Now that you mention it, he seemed to be loading it in the morning, and throughout the day...and serving up super tender brisket and everything else a few hours later. So maybe he had that temp ramped up there somewhere...
Big Jim also minimized the rub, and bet the ranch on a sauce dribbled (gushed) over his sandwiches.
Well, that's not much, but I'll keep poking around. And, as I may have said, Big Jim's wife pulled him off the line. Yes, it's true. Too much pit life can be bad for your health. Big Jim could not stay away. He cranked up that Southern Pride unit at 0500. The missus was at home, searching for her beloved. It was a sad thing.
But now.........Big Jim might open a competing BBQ joint across 441 from my poor brother's store. My brother's pit master (pit mistress) is a lady from a small New England state. Does she stand a chance against Big Jim? Dang! This is going to get rugged. (This town has 1267 people...and 2 BBQ joints?) Plus a lady who takes a notion to pitch a tent and sell her own que about once a month.
Faulkner would love this stuff. There's hidden meaning here. Tom, you know these characters; you should write a book!
