Age teaches some of us that the simple pleasures in life are the best.
The ole ranch hand rose from his bunk bout 5-ish this morn to coax the fragrant aphrodisiac of well seasoned wood to its destiny in the Chuck Wagon meat smoker.
Got the ebony steel puppy's temperature jus' right in the comforting blanket of predawn softness and gentle cool from the eve's righteous rain.....and then laid the hawg ribs with reverence on the "altar" of BBQ worship with appropriate respect and sublimity.
The fat boy has since been sneakin' peeks at the "que" while inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the Tin Star Ranch Live Oak fuel fulfilling its promise of good things to come.
Read a biblical passage recently which stated, "The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
(Psalm 145:15,16)
Ya'll reckon our Lord and Savior was a fan of fancy meat burnin'???
Regardless, your humble scribe is eternally grateful for the privilege of His blessings in the Tin Star Chuck Wagon department!
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.
2 comments:
It sounds like you are doing the work of the Lord! I can almost smell it!
Praise the Lord and pass the ribs!
I smell "Smo-oak",,and I aint Smokey the Bear,,,You are ,,,gitit,,,heheheheheheh
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