BBQ is without doubt a state of mind.
A smell, the waft of aged oaken smoke, the glow of cooking coals.
Naturally one must imbibe a cold adult beverage during the process, but that is self evident.
Creating a "smoke ring" on one's chosen protein is without doubt a pleasure of masculinity.
The ole fat boy "seasoned" his newly acquired smoker and yesterday paid tribute to his heritage by first "smoking" some cheap wienies (would have smoke a bologna log, but didn't know where to get one???)
Today, the ranch hand progressed to yard bird. Will do the illustrious chicken till "cued" perfection and add the obligatory "beans" till sated.
Got brisket and ribs in the freezer and fairly chompin to experiment with future culinary delights.
Ya gotta love it!
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.
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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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