The Dark Forces Are Gathering
…around the Weber.
Hickory chips are soaked. Secret schmear and ribs are ready.
One side, then the other.
Coals divided on either side of ancient ceremonial kettle, topped with wood chips, then the ribs centered on grill…
…and we’re SCHMOkin’.
After 2 1/2 hours (a relatively quick smoke, not ideal by Major Dad standards), ribs are resting and dinner’s almost on…
Add a Caesar, Hoppin’ John and braised spinach, and our Redneck Riviera New Year’s dinner…
…is served.
Happy New Year’s, Swillers, from all of us!!
Whew! For a moment there, I thought you were having barbequed flamingo.
That looks YUMMY!!!!
I was kinda thinkin’ scottie flambé…
That’s for dessert…
Wouldn’t the scottie be a little too fatty, like the beagle???
Next time I drive to Florida, I may hang right at Jacksonville instead of keeping on south.
Door’s open ~ if you give me a head’s up, I might even clean the bathroom for you…