

I’ll offer a near miss.
Chat amongst colleagues over a coffee, the topic was something very normal and mundane: how lazy are we about cooking.
My colleague Carol said, “sometimes I just throw some chicken nuggets in the toaster because I don’t care or have the energy”
My response I intercepted between the brain and mouth: “living the bachelor lifestyle, carol?”
Carol’s husband had died quite suddenly 6 months prior. I didn’t fuck up, but I almost did and it haunts me still over a decade later.
It’s a smoker, with a port for a temp probe in the meat.
When you smoke something for 10-12 hours it’s nice to get temp readings from wherever. It might also have automatic control for temperature management.