by Flack » Tue Feb 14, 2023 8:02 am
pinback wrote: Tue Feb 14, 2023 4:48 am
No bigger or harder to use than a crockpot, Flack's argument -- "Why bother doing it at home, when there are restaurants" -- is rendered moot.
MOOT, I say!!
I wasn't arguing against it, I was justifying it. For most men, part of the midlife crisis experience is becoming interested in making/creating/doing things that are available elsewhere, typically for less money and less effort. One of my buddies paid $1,000+ for a wood lathe last year, which he mostly uses to make wooden ink pens. Ink pens are 10/$1 at Dollar Tree. My other buddy spends an hour a day dealing with chickens which I promise you, no matter what the current price of a dozen eggs is, is not worth the effort.
My cousin-in-law lives for smoking meat. He has two smokers that are somehow different, although the difference (other than size) was lost on me. He's the type of guy who chews on a piece of wood before throwing it on the fire to to validate its worthiness and spends hours tweaking the recipe to his "rub," insisting that different brands of salt can make or break a batch of BBQ. The guy loves doing it and I don't judge him, but there's no way any of that is easier than me using an app on my phone for 30 seconds and having dinner for 4 delivered to my house. Sometimes the joy is in the journey and not the destination, even if the destination is Kookyville.
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No bigger or harder to use than a crockpot, Flack's argument -- "Why bother doing it at home, when there are restaurants" -- is rendered moot. [i]MOOT, I say!![/i]
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I wasn't arguing against it, I was justifying it. For most men, part of the midlife crisis experience is becoming interested in making/creating/doing things that are available elsewhere, typically for less money and less effort. One of my buddies paid $1,000+ for a wood lathe last year, which he mostly uses to make wooden ink pens. Ink pens are 10/$1 at Dollar Tree. My other buddy spends an hour a day dealing with chickens which I promise you, no matter what the current price of a dozen eggs is, is not worth the effort.
My cousin-in-law lives for smoking meat. He has two smokers that are somehow different, although the difference (other than size) was lost on me. He's the type of guy who chews on a piece of wood before throwing it on the fire to to validate its worthiness and spends hours tweaking the recipe to his "rub," insisting that different brands of salt can make or break a batch of BBQ. The guy loves doing it and I don't judge him, but there's no way any of that is easier than me using an app on my phone for 30 seconds and having dinner for 4 delivered to my house. Sometimes the joy is in the journey and not the destination, even if the destination is Kookyville.