The Shed repeats the same pageant, but this time it feels much more insidery. Dr. BBQ admires their smokers, but you can tell he's weighing them against the entire canon of meat-cooking devices. Their pork is measured against seven cookbooks of perfect bites.
Brad cuts into the second hog, and it erupts with an unprecedented amount of juice. The front of his shirt is drenched. The floor below him slicks, he almost slips and falls. For a moment it seems like the Shed's luck has run out.
“I've never seen anything like that before in my life,” says Dr. BBQ.
And when all seemed lost, it wasn't.
Dr. BBQ was astonished. He asked about their injection and wood. Hobson kept his apple juice formula a secret, but with the pride of a newborn father described the forest of different woods: peach, pear, pecan, applewood, and then sugarwood for a sweet finish. They load an oversized cutting board shaped like a pig with the fruits of the animal. I'm too afraid to watch the judge eat, but it sure does sound like we've got his 10s.