Jack is trying the "I gave my old ones to loved ones" BS again. I'm sure part of his reputation at Murderchurch was because he always tried to pawn off his shitty knives and food gimmicks onto strangers. He oinks a little about how he regrets replacing "25 to 30" of the old ones with the metal tops. So assuming he's not exaggerating like usual that's $120 x 5 sets of 6 = $600 on shitty containers
3:55 Jack forgets what chicken wings are called, then shows a list of ingredients with no measurements.
4:35 Jack's reasoning is beautifully retarded. I think what he's trying to say through the word salad is that cooking meat at a higher temperature means more smoky flavor. Of course this is completely wrong, because he doesn't understand that meat picks up more flavor the longer it smokes (by cooking it at a lower temperature).
Not to beat (smoke) a dead horse but Jack cooks his meats at too high a temperature for too short a duration, so the outside gets incinerated while the inside doesn't have enough time for the fat and connective tissues to soften (that's why his ribs are always "crunchy"). Compare it to for example Malcolm Reed, who usually cooks a brisket overnight + 3 - 4 hours in the morning and a rack of ribs for 7 - 8 hours, and always at a lower temperature 200-250.
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This is the packrat hoard that Jack and Tammy are parking their two cars outside for. Someone should convince him that smoking with the door closed and lying down next to the smoker for eight hours will trap all the flavors and make the meat extra juicy.
I think he must have eaten one already when he "takes them off the grill" at 5:48, because I count 11 wings and stores usually sell them by the dozen. So he knows the wings are shitty before he makes a scene of trying them and "hoping they're good" for the camera. What a fat fucking fraud.
When he bites into the wing you can even hear it
crunch because the cartilage and tissues haven't cooked through.