Warning: My neighbor's all-day smoke changed how I view patience...
I was out early last Saturday and saw Bill across the street firing up his smoker... he said he was going for a full pork shoulder. The thing is, he didn't touch it for like eight hours. I usually check every hour, adding chips and stirring coals. But his came out so tender, it fell apart with a fork. Now I'm trying to trust the process more. My last cook was way less stressful. Funny how a simple watch can shift your whole approach...