near the cooler with dry ice. I can’t believe one can actually buy it in a store. I sent Jim off to work this morning with his leather “moving” gloves and a cooler.
My opinion after five years in the nation, scratch that, State of Texas is that they pretend to be paternalistic with all their road signs (Obey All Signs, It’s The Law!) but they allow stupid people to handle dry ice. Now Jim grew up on a dairy and knew about liquid nitrogen and went on to get a physics degree, but I’m a reasonably smart person and I’m scared about handling dry ice.
Oh, the cooler has four holes drilled through the top for the dry ice to vent. Yes, we took the cooler on a plane, in cargo, to NY to bring TX brisket to the masses. One is only allowed five pounds of dry ice unless it’s a medical emergency. He’d bought seven pounds the night before but gave the airline ticket agent a lesson on how dry ice dissipates over time and the rate of … the guy stamped the sealed container with multiple hazard warnings Jim had printed and sealed with moving tape, approved for transport.
It was great brisket. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Heh! Two weeks ago I received Reggie’s “brick” of frozen mice (50 of ’em), shipped on dry ice direct from Hillsboro…
Zach & I had a great time dropping the remaining chunks in our beverages.
(I’d bring Reggie to T-Day but we have too many ophidiophobes in the family!)