I put 'em both, strategically placed, in my new smoker in the palace Saturday morning and wolfed a breakfast anticipating wonders in the barrel after coffee.
At 10 o'clock I raised the lid, drooling like a kid on Easter morning. The roast looked good for the early stage.
Beside the roast where the cheese had been was... nothing.
At the bottom of the smoker was a gob - chewed Juicy Fruit soldered to the underside of a school desk top or fart-infused Doublemint dangling like a bat from the seat.
I have written off the smoked cheddar this weekend, but will try it again when I can control the temperature better.
Meanwhile, I've spent this Saturday afternoon beside a beautiful blaze in the fire pit table on the palace deck monitoring the meat in my smoker. I think by nightfall we'll have a tasty butt.