As previously mentioned in a funny, albeit frustrating post, Sexy Nerd recently smoked us a chicken. Even after our smoked turkey fiasco (dinner at 10 pm, anyone?), we're still on two different pages when it comes to how something like this should be done.
Me: So, how long until the chicken's ready?
SN: I dunno. Around dinnertime, probably.
Me: Well, how much does the chicken weigh?
SN: I didn't weigh it.
Me: Yeah, but the weight is listed on the packaging.
SN: Why does that matter?
Me: You can use the weight to estimate how long it will take to smoke.
SN: I'll just use the meat thermometer.
ME: *dies a little on the inside*
King of the Grill doesn't necessarily translate to King of the Smoker
Me: So, how long until the chicken's ready?
SN: I dunno. Around dinnertime, probably.
Me: Well, how much does the chicken weigh?
SN: I didn't weigh it.
Me: Yeah, but the weight is listed on the packaging.
SN: Why does that matter?
Me: You can use the weight to estimate how long it will take to smoke.
SN: I'll just use the meat thermometer.
ME: *dies a little on the inside*