Posts tagged ‘Food’

May 3, 2012

On BBQ, My 3 Year Old, And Lessons in Mentoring

My BBQ Apprentice

The last time I posted on this site was right after my daughter’s birthday. It’s not that I haven’t been writing since then. We’ve just had a lot going on with our family, so my writing and emotional and creative energy have been focused in that direction.

Now that I’m getting both my parenting and professional feet back under me, I thought it appropriate to give my son a shout-out on his birthday. Because kids aren’t like Star Wars movies. You can’t favor one over the others*. So tons of love and a birthday post for Bubby today as he turns the big “3″.

*Episode V, IV, III, VI, II, I. In that order.

The older Bubby gets, the more he teaches me about life. A couple weeks ago he put on an absolute clinic illuminating the finer points of mentoring.

It started as I was getting my smoker fired up for a day of BBQ. My kids don’t typically get to see that part of the process since I’ll usually prep the meat and load the smoker once they are in bed. As far as they know, I have a magic meat making machine that produces carnivorous delights. But on this occasion I was smoking some smaller cuts for a later meal, so I had the luxury of doing all of my prep in the morning. Bubby was tootling around the back yard while I prepped, and eventually found interest in my activities.

Bubby: Is that your smoker?

Me: Yep.

Bubby: Is it hot?

Me: It’s getting there. I’m just starting the fire.

Bubby: Are there hot dogs in there?

Me: (chuckling) No, bubs. It’s beef and ribs today. But they aren’t in there yet.

Bubby: Where are they?

Me: Inside. I need to go inside to the kitchen to get them ready.

Bubby: I want to help.

My heart smiled wide at that very moment. This was the  first time he had ever shown interest in the sacred art of smoked meats. And to his credit, he was serious about helping. He grabbed a chair to stand on so that he could reach the counter, and dutifully completed every task I gave him. That morning I gained my very first Meat Apprentice, and I embraced the role of Meat Mentor. Looking back, the experience highlighted some important lessons in mentoring:

  • A good apprentice asks questions. A good mentors explains process – Bubby is a blank slate when it comes to smoking meat. To his credit, he asks a ton of questions. In taking time to answer each and every one of them, and even explaining some things he didn’t ask about, his BBQ IQ jumped exponentially during his initial exposure. We talked about why we brush mustard on the meat before cooking it. We talked about all of the different spices I was mixing for the dry rub. We talked about how long the meat was going to cook, why it was going to take so long, and when exactly we would be able to eat it. What we do is important. Why we do it is important as well. For instance, while good BBQ doesn’t need sauce, we do allow ourselves to use sauce from glass bottles. But aside from Gates Sweet & Mild, we never use BBQ sauce from plastic bottles because it desecrates that which has been set aside as delicious.
  • A good apprentice jumps in. A good mentor encourages appropriate action – Bubby loves to help. When it comes to BBQ, some types of assistance are more appropriate for a 3 year old than others. He didn’t get to trim the meat with my Samurai-grade meat knives. He didn’t get to handle the flaming hot coals. But he did get to help season the meat, which he thought was pretty cool.
  • A good mentor affirms contributions – Bubby’s attention span is normal for his age. Which is to say, it’s about 16 seconds 20-minutes. For us to prep the meat and put it on the smoker seven hours before the meal might as well have been an eternity in his world. When we finally sat down to eat, I made sure to remind him that he had helped make dinner. Making a big deal out of his contribution in front of everyone hopefully boosted his confidence and will encourage him to get involved the next time we get our BBQ on.
  • A good mentor/apprentice relationship can result in a role reversal – I don’t know how long Bubby will stay interested in BBQ. It might have been a one-off. But if he sticks at it he will be really good. Judging by how much that kid loves food, he will probably find himself at the counter prepping meat again in the future. I picked up meat smoking 8 years ago and have learned almost everything I know via Youtube, Google and through cook books. I’ve learned a lot, and I’ve gotten pretty good. But starting at such a young age, his ceiling is far higher than mine. BBQ could become second nature by the time he reaches the age at which I discovered BBQ. He could reach a level of amazing someday that will have him teaching me how to up my game.

One of my professional goals for next year is to develop some better mentoring practices. Looks like I should pay attention to my kids this summer to pick up some pointers.

What are some helpful mentoring tips you have adopted?

What is your favorite variety of smoked meat?

May 3, 2010

breakfast will never be the same

I have a thing an obsession for bacon. Fortunately I eat healthy most of the time, because The Manny and I have been known to polish off an entire pound in a single sitting. While we found it to be a remarkable feat of manhood, my wife was less than impressed. Sometimes I just don’t get women.

At least her mother understands. Not that my mother-in-law is known to indulge on bacon like me and The Manny, but she at least appreciates my passion for the salty sliced pork. This past Christmas she blessed me with a bacon gift pack that included: bacon flavored envelopes, bacon salt, bacon popcorn and…(drumroll please)…bacon flavored lip balm.

Talk about hot lips. Made me want to pucker up and kiss myself.

Clearly, I’m game to try anything with bacon in it. The Manny and I caramelized a pound of bacon a few months back and added it to a chocolate chip cookie recipe. Big improvement.

It was with much enthusiasm that I headed down to The Filling Station last week upon hearing they have started selling a muffin with bacon in it. As much as I love bacon and as much as I love The Filling Station, my expectations were low. It’s just hard to find bacon dishes that have enough bacon in them. Usually, establishments mix in small bits of bacon that are not large enough to taste.

Imagine my surprise when I cut into my Maple Apple Bacon muffin to find large chunks of bacon SPILLING out from the muffin. Seriously, it was like I was Dubbed Han Solo, the muffin was a Tauntaun and the bacon was intestine. There was THAT much bacon shoved in there. My best estimate is that they cut slices of thick-cut bacon into halves or thirds, and then put 3 full slices in each muffin. Incredible. Add in the cream-cheese drizzle frosting and the strong nutmeg undertones and you now have what is easily the best muffin ever created.

The Muffin Man better step up his game because the gals at The Filling Station are killing that cat.

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January 8, 2009

milk: a long and storied history

Name me one other animal that drinks the milk of another animal!  None! There are none!  Cow milk is disgusting and should only be consumed by baby cows!

–My co-worker every time I bait her into a conversation about milk.  Not that I would ever bait people into conversations solely for my own entertainment.

Milk and I have had an interesting relationship over the years.  It’s always been somewhat complicated as the circumstances of the relationship usually involve a third (female) party.

As a young lad I was somewhat lactose intolerant.  Through a series of mediations and readings by the world’s greatest peacmakers,  I became far more tolerant as I got older.  By the time I was 3 or 4, milk and I had entered into an arranged marriage per my mother’s wishes.  Milk every day at breakfast and dinner.  By 6, school got in on the action and bumped the mandatory milk drinking up a notch by requiring a third drinking at lunch.

This was back in the good old days when school milk was 2%.  So was the milk at home.  I have no idea what 2% means, but I know it is a good level of creaminess.  Not enough to coat your mouth with perma-film, but enough to make you feel like you aren’t drinking dirty water.  But come middle school my mother began to worry that I was burning so many calories playing basketball that she put me on Whole.  It took a minute to get used to the practice of drinking unsalted butter, but soon I was hooked.

Whole is fine when you are in college.  But once you get older, you just can’t drink (whole) like you used to.  I had to cut back.  Down to 2% when I got married.  Down to skim a couple of years later when I hit the quarter century mark.  Stacy was drinking skim, and lobbying me to be a more heart healthy with my calcium intake.  Have to keep that plaque from building up on the old innards if I was going to make it to the ripe old age of 30.  Funny how 30 doesn’t seem as old as it used to now that I’ve made it to the doorstep.

However, as it stands now I’ve just about given up on milk.  Not because of my coworkers rants.  I’m no slave to the anti-milk lobby.

The beginning of the end started a couple of years ago.  We started splurging on the good milk.  The organic stuff in the glass bottles that tastes amazing.  It was one of our luxuries, and it was so worth the extra money.  The farm was local.  The farmer was nicer to the cows.  The skim had body and flavor.  Bomb diggity.

Now, you can’t just get the good stuff anywhere.  You have to go to high socioeconomic areas because of the price point.  It wasn’t a huge deal, since we rarely grocery shopped in the neighborhood.  One of the burdens of living in the ‘hood is that the grocery stores are horrible.  Not just inconvenient, but straight up bad.  Stinky.  Spoiled food.  Poor selection.  Rodent problems.  Aging buildings.  Though we tried to spend as much money as possible in our immediate neighborhood, grocery shopping there was just too much.

But then, an new day.  Last month a new grocery store opened up in the neighborhood.  The first new grocery store in downtown Kansas City, KS since before I was born.  Big.  Clean.  Good selection.  Fresh tortillas.  Bakery.  Nice meat counter.
But no swanky milk.

We had a choice to make.  Support economic development in the inner-city, or keep shopping at grocery stores elsewhere.  We decided to rep our ‘hood.  Back to the plastic jugs, watery skim and cows that didn’t get the due respect that bovines deserve.

What I have found over the past month is that I’m hardly drinking any milk.  I don’t like the way the regular stuff tastes.  Whereas I would often have milk for dinner, I’m almost exclusively a water drinker now.  I still have milk in my cereal and with my brownies, but I’ve cut way back.

The lady in my life has noticed that I’ve cut back.  She’s a little concerned that I won’t get the calcium necessary to support my massively ripped physique sustain healthy bones and teeth.  So where else can I get calcium?  Sucking on pearls doesn’t sound all that appealing to me, and I’m so bad at taking vitamins that there is no way adding a calcium pill to the equation is a viable option.  Any food suggestions that are tasty and high in calcium?
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