Killin' time

I'm waiting for my dictation to finish recording (I use an ancient method for doing this that's more cost effective...apparently) and just killin' time.

So....I stink. Really stink and the sad part is that I won't not stink for at least a few days. Trust me, at first when you get a wiff of me you might actually like it and think to yourself, "Hum...I'm feeling like BBQ and potato salad." This is not surprising, but I assure you that my stink won't rub off on you...it may, however, cause you to follow me around for a while trying to figure out my scent. You won't guess it. Ever.

The secret to my smelliness? Hickory Liquid Smoke. LOL For enrichment tomorrow night I'm making Kaluah Pig. It's completely awesome and wonderful, but part of the process to make it is absolutely awful! You have to rub the pig butt (keep those naughty thoughts to yourself) or pig shoulder with liquid smoke and then give a nice hard rub with Hawaiian Sea Salts. Put it in the crock pot for 20 hours and then shred with a fork. What's the big deal?

Well, I'll tell you...because like I said I'm killin' time. Once you get the liquid smoke on your hands, I swear to you it does not come off no matter how much soap/bleach you use to get it off. So, it just hangs around and ferments on your fingers for days. It seeps into your skin and becomes a part of you, until it's not. I know...why not use gloves for Pete's sake?

Let me tell you. Coming from someone who is so completely allergic to just about everything, I'm sensitive to those around me who have the same sort of aliment. A LOT of people are allergic to Latex, and I only had Latex gloves. I'm not willing to use the gloves knowing that I could risk anaphylactic shock symptoms in someone or someones.

So, I stink. A lot. Ew. Jon's already cracking jokes. Ya...I know.