As I pulled into the driveway, a smoke cooker was right in the middle of the parking space of our garage. I asked my father out of curiosity "what was that"! He turned back and said "A brand new cooker"

It was the first time i ever seen one. That day was an exciting moment to try something new. My dad's friend told him to try and make smoked meat.  After I walked into the messy kitchen, I could smell different spices from spicy pepper red paprika, chopped garlic, garlic salt, and sea salt. There was a huge bloody meat on the kitchen counter. I asked him " which animal is laying dead" he laughed and said "chuck meat which is from cow". My dad continued to rub mustard with his bare hands all over the meat to keep the spices from falling. I thought my dad was doing random things, but even so, my family couldn't wait to stuff the meat inside their craving mouths. Going back to the garage, my dad prepared the smoked cooker. He put agave wood, large bowl of water over it, then he out the strong scented meat inside. The cooker was prepared to about 460 degrees. After 8 long hours of waiting and starving, the cooke cooled down and it was time to take out the freshly cooked smoked meat. As we opened up the lid, smoke rushed through my face rapidly for a short period of time. My dad and I sniffed it hard, trying to get a glimpse of what it's gonna taste. At a far distance, sweet and salty smell was around the whole kitchen. My mom sliced the meat carefully and smoothly. 

"It's time to feast" my We all took thefirst bite and all I could think about the was the chuck meat. After the satisfying meal, we all went down to scrub down the smoke cooker. It was a fuss to prepare and clean, but worth the time to make. My dad said to me in a proud manner " The harder you cook, the better tasting it will be". We continued to smoke chuck meat and different other varieties of food from chicken to vegetables, basically anything that was delicous on the dinner table. Every month, this is a meal we all enjoy!