Hi,
This evening I went to a fundraiser at someone's home. I had volunteered to bring punch (also know as Rich4's
Lemon Soda, then I expanded it to a smoked salmon. On impulse the other day, I bought 5 pounds of raw hot links from Peoria Packing House to smoke and cut into 1-inch portions as an appetizer. I knew the first two items would be welcome, I was really curious if the hot links would go over well with my friends.
I don't know why I worry, everyone loved my contributions to the party. Several people quized me on how I made the fish and links. One person had had a smoker, probably not a Weber Smokey Mountain (WSM), but never quite got the hang of it and sold it recently at a garage sale. I told them I have had my WSM as a glorious doorstop on my patio for over 20 years and finally learned to use it in the last year.
Another gentleman had a WSM, but had never used it. He asked if I had marinated the salmon, which I had in Mojo Criolla with some olive oil for several hours, then smoked it for 90 minutes using apple wood chunks. My salmon seemed to convince him he wanted to get his WSM into action. I told him about my friend who taught me how to effectively use it last year, which is now an online
5-Step tutorial. I advised there is no point reading the Weber instructions beyond assembly because they differ substantially from the 5-step intuitive cook philosophy. He indicated he wanted to achieve the same results I had and carefully took down the information and my phone number.
He began to indicate his son owned a restaurant and might be interested in learning the 5-step. I naturally asked the polite question: what was the name of the restaurant and proceed to have my teeth hit the floor. His son is Hot Doug. I then offered my praises for his son and his establishment. He smiled, "Doug was always known as my son. Now I am known as Doug's Father!" I told him about the wonderful day we spent listening to Doug talk and cook food at
Bloomingdales. I told him how much I learned that day, then his father warned me not to tell too many his secrets. I essentially quoted to Doug's Dad the comment Mike G made when Hot Doug's re-opened:
MikeG wrote:It amazes me sometimes, the lack of imagination people in business have. Six, seven months that Hot Doug's, the one hot dog stand that had lines out the door in a city of hot dog stands, was closed. Did a single hot dog stand anywhere in the city think of touting Thuringer or knackwurst, let alone lamb dogs and elk dogs and buffalo dogs with blue cheese? Not that I ever saw. A great opportunity to gain customers and separate from the herd, and nobody took it.
I offered nobody seems willing to put the creative effort into their stand as your son, so you have little to worry about. I then called over my friend Helen, when I introduced him as Hot Doug's Father, Helen's eyes lit up and she gushed how much she likes Doug and his food.
Doug's Father asked if he could take our picture because he wanted his son to know he met some fans. I said better yet, can I take your picture so I can prove that I met you! In our little corner of this event, the exchange of pleasantries and photos was drawing some attention. We also found the recent Chicago magazine which briefly mentions Hot Doug's and posed for photos with it. We were having such a good time in our little corner, it became a bit of a magnet for others.
After Doug's Dad left, those who were on the fringe of our conversation asked to be filled in on the reasons for our keen interest in his son. Nobody at this party was aware of Hot Doug's, so it took a bit of explaining.
As the party was concluding, one of the hostesses noting we'd been taking pictures asked for copies for their newsletter. I suggested they may not be interested in my pictures because none featured the Congressman, who was our reason to be there. "You took all those pictures? And none were of the Congressman? What did you take pictures of?" So I whipped out my camera, threw it into slide show mode and showed her my pictures: "This is Doug's Dad, this is my friend with Doug's Dad, this is my friend and I with Doug's Dad and, oops!, that was my dinner from last night and my lunch from the day before!"
The looks you get sometimes are precious.
Regards,