You can wash in a flower pot.
You can even sleep in a flower pot.
But…do you know what you *can’t* do in a flower pot? Do you? I’ll tell you. Come closer. Are you listening? Good.
YOU CAN’T COOK BBQ IN A FLOWER POT!!!
Yes, believe it or not…the stupid man writing this blog wasted ANOTHER Saturday of his life trying to make barbeque in a friggin’ flower pot.
Somewhere in heaven, a rib-less pig is looking down on Spain and saying: “A flower pot?! I sacrificed my thorax so that this idiot could ruin it in a flower pot?!”
Why did I try this experiment again, after failing so miserably (and publicly) the first time? Well…it’s because I honestly believed that I had worked the bugs out. Recall that my first attempt failed because the electric hotplate inserted into the pot wouldn’t heat sufficiently to smoke the woodchips and sustain an internal temperature of 210ºF. So…I went to a hardware store and bought a 20cm-diameter burner that was designed for cooking paella. I shit-canned the hotplate, inserted the burner into the flower pot, connected it to a butane gas tank and fired it up. And you know what?
It worked! IT WORKED!!!
The wood chips smoked! The pot’s internal temperature shot-up to 210ºF! I tossed in two enormous slabs of spice-rubbed pork ribs and they wallowed in a heavenly veil of fragrant smoke! And then, after three hours…it died.
IT DIED! After only three hours, the burner died! A box of matches and a fresh butane tank later, it was STILL DEAD!
Q: What do you get when you smoke pork ribs for only three hours?
A: Rubber!
I don’t know how long I sat on the ground staring at my ice-cold, terra cotta torture chamber before regaining my senses, but a calmness eventually overcame me and I started thinking in philosophical tones.
I thought to myself, “When life hands you fertilizer, plant flowers.”
So that’s what I did. I removed the ribs, removed the burner, filled the pots with fertilizer, and planted flowers.
And when those flowers grow big and beautiful, I’m going to pick them, cover them with BBQ sauce, and eat the filthy bastards.
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