As I pullled into the driveway, a smoke cooker was right in the middle of the parking space. 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. After I walked into the messy kitchen, I could smell different spices from spicy pepper to red paprika, garlic and all that good stuff. There was huge bloody meat on the counter. My dad was rubbing mustard all over it with his bare hands to keep the spices attached to it. I thought he was doing random things to it, but my family and I could'nt wait to stuff smoked meat into out wet mouth. Going back to the garage, my father prepared the cooker to about 460 degrees. He stuck the meat inside and we waited, checking on it every hour. After 8 long hours, it was time to feat as a family. We could smell the meat from a distance. My mom sliced the meat smoothly and carefully. This was the first meal I had along with my brothers.
I took my first bite and all I could taste was the gush of so much flavors inside my mouth. We contined to make smoke meat every special occasion since it took alot of preparation to make. This is what makes it special, the time we spend as a family on just meat.
Very good use of details, makes me want to try smoked meat!!
ReplyDeleteI really like how you described how the flavor was like as you ate it.
ReplyDelete"and all that good stuff" no one knows what this means except you. you need to explain. There is a lot of incomplete thoughts that need to be explained more, still no one knows what kind of meat you are smoking. If you are explaining how special smoked meat is to you then you should just state "the time we spend as a family on just meat". There are many unanswered questions including how long have you had smoked meat, is it a passed down recipe, how often is it prepared, where does the meat come from. You need to be complete in your discussion.
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