(Author’s note: It’s official. I leave Korea on February 21st. It’s done. Time for some Fictioneers!)
Wheel In The Sky
by Miles H. Rost
It looked like a shoddily-crafted TARDIS.
“What’s with the tire on top of the box?” Brian asked the mechanic.
“Oh, that’s for balance. It can lay flat, or straight up and down. Depends on what’s needed.”
“And what’s the purpose of this box?”
The mechanic just chuckled.
“It’s a new type of smoker. The wheel pulls a chain that moves the meat around.”
Meat has to move? I asked myself.
“More smoke at the bottom can penetrate, creating greater flavor for the meat.”
I looked at the mechanic and grinned.
“You’re a genius.”
“Nope, I just like heavily smoked sausages.”
Heath Robinson lives!
I want one of those! Nice one Miles.
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I chuckled until the smoke made me cough!
Ingenuous. I would never have thought of that!
Fun story, Miles. Some folk build their lives around smoked sausages…
Great take on the prompt. I could have sat with that photo all day and wouldn’t have got to smoked sausages. Well done.
Ha.. we all need great smoked sausages.
Congratulations for inventing the most practical use for this contraption.😃
Very ingenious. Nicely done.
Ha ha ha, that sounds like so much fun.
As another who appreciates a well smoked sausage, this works for me, well written
Nah… too much smoke ruins it for me. But he’ll make a lot of people happy!
Very ingenious i must say. Nicely done.
welll then XD I now officially want smoke sausage. and it MUST be from this machine, i will also accept jerky.. or salmon.
This made me giggle. You gotta love a man who has the ingenuity to smoke his barbecue to satisfy his palate.
Clearly passionate about his smoked sausages to a point of obsession. Can’t blame him!