"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
-- Benjamin Franklin
The ranch hand ain't sure Brother Franklin was the best authority on theological matters, but he surely knew the heart of a country barbecue pit master apprentice.
Don't reckon it would be possible to enjoy meat smokin' to its fullest without the chef imbibing a bit of that cold brew? The suds seem to flavor the process while slowing time to its most delicious crawl.
A low, slow oak fire...curls of dark cloud slithering skyward from the stack.....and the promised olfactory hint of precisely burned protein on a plate before the day's end.
Ole Ben may have something there cause this fat boy sure is "happy" when the pit is hot and the adult beverage is cold.
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
Tin Star Ranch Hand
The Ole Fat Boy
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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