Wordless Wednesday...

If life could be so simple...
B.D.

Weekend Report (partII)

I went and looked at this bbq pit Rob Marlow had for sale. It is well built and solid. After talking to Rob and checking out the cooker from top to bottom, it now belongs to me. Rob's going to clean it up for me and I'll pick it up next Saturday.

That's my Christmas present.

And to answer the other question in your mind, yes...Julie got her grilled chicken last night, it had stopped raining, but it was wet and foggy. I didn't need the rain coat, but I did take the rubber ducky along...just in case.

Enjoy your day!!!
B.D.

Weekend Report...

Well...I don't know if the weather will cooperate or not, but my lovely wife has practically begged me for some grilled chicken. Now watch this...

Me: Honey, would you like me to fix you some (Her: YES!) chicken?? That was a little too quick, she knew what I was going to say when I said 'like me'

Her: You can do the chicken in the oven if you want. (Red flag, hit the dirt boys.)

Now I've been married to this woman going on 7 years...I know what's coming next.

Her: "But it's not as good as grilled." (Swing batter,batter...Swing.) At least she didn't throw the trump card out there, but she did call the hand.

"It won't hurt you to get wet." She said, with an evil smile...

Rain Coats & Rubber Duckies boys, we're going swimming, time to fire up the Holland.

Also, I 'm going to look at a cooker this afternoon, Pat sent a man my way that has a bbq pit for sale, so I'll let you know.



Enjoy your day!!!
B.D.

Simply Tuesday...

I must replenish my hoard of hot sauce...me being without hot sauce...is like me being without... cold beer.

That will never work...and I found a saying that fits right in there for my philosophy of life

Life isn't like a box of chocolates; it's more like a jar of jalapeños.
What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.

Go figure...

B.D.

Monday...( What else can I say ? )

Did I do the sauce?

No...

Did I buy the slabs?

Yes...

Things got in my way this weekend, so I did not cook or experiment. Life sucks sometimes...and things are not meant to be, or sometimes, it just don't work out like you plan.

But, I never give up. It's in my head, it's there, I see it, I smell it, I taste it...

I just have to make it happen.

B.D.

Weekend Report...

I may work on the sauce today. Julie and Robyn are heading on a road trip to see Julie's Grandmother and spend the night, so it will be just me and the Black bear.

I might (or should) go get a few slabs of ribs so I can practice cutting and trimming St. Louis style ribs. Carey used baby back ribs at the KCBS and that's why we got our butts kicked. That's a no no...and the chicken, well...let's just say that KCBS ain't Alabama and a white sauce will only win you last place. I tried to tell them that, but I'm just the #2 Fire Tender and towel boy...what do I know.

That's why I'm starting my own Team for KCBS. I have the name, the logo and the application. I have the rub and the sauce is very close to where I want it. I've about made up my mind on the smokers I want. And... I will hand pick my people for their cooking skills, not for their butt kissing skills. (I lost because I never entered that category)

Anyway...I'll show these butt wipes who the man is.

Am I still going to be a Peg Leg Porker? I did say some things because I was pissed... but Pat Martin calmed me down and I'll let it slide.

I'm still the #2 Fire Tender last I heard, I haven't been fired yet...

B.D.