A couple nights ago, I rubbed an 8.5 lb pork butt with a private rub given to me. Let it rest for 45 minutes or so till a good moisture formed on the butt, then liberally added more rub. I threw the butt into the smoker before hitting the sack. Smoker set to 200*.
I woke up the following morning and headed to the patio to kick the smoker up to 235*, and THE SMOKER WAS OFF!! Shut down. Not on. Kaput. Cold. What in the world?
I tried turning it back on...nothing. Then I saw it. The smoker's cord was unplugged. Dang. I knew it was running when I went to bed.
Thought maybe some wild critter unplugged it somehow. Raccoon? Nope. Wrong. Not it at all.
Found out my mom couldn't sleep during the night, so she got up to watch some TV. I have the smoker facing back towards the house when using it, and at night the display shines brightly. She noticed the smoker was on and thought I forgot it, so she went out to the patio and unplugged it. Very fire conscious, she is. Chicagoans are like that ever since the city burned to the ground. So we tossed the butt.
Actually, Mrs. Pags, my daughter and I had a good laugh. You should have seen the look on mom's face when I explained the smoking process to her. It was even funnier when she explained to me that it wasn't a good idea to purposely leave it on overnight...pork butt or no pork butt.
We had chicken Caesar salad for dinner.
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