Saw these at Burnin' Love BBQ and felt the need to share...
…the term “going whole hog” isn’t metaphorical at your house
…your neighbors have complained to your home owner’s association about “second hand smoke”
…you wore a brown wedding dress so the rib sauce wouldn’t show…
…you’ve ever used the phrase, “rub my butt” in front of your mother
…you have been brought to violence at the sight of a “McRib Sandwich”
…you demand that your spouse of 30 years leave the kitchen when you make a batch of your “secret” bbq sauce
…there are more barbecues/smokers/grills on your deck than you have people living in your house
…you’ve ever made your child go outside at 3am to “check the pig”
…you take a notepad and pen to the zoo, in case you get an idea for a new recipe
…you’ve ever had to adjust your cook-time for “blizzard-like conditions”
…you have the only 6 y/o on your block with a hibachi instead of an Easy-Bake Oven
…you can recite the exact “pull temps” for beef, pork, and chicken, but can’t remember your zip code
…you’ve forcibly removed someone from your house for using ketchup
…you grow 6 kinds of peppers, but your lawn has been dead for a year
…You’re no longer allowed to recite “your version” of The 3 Little Pigs to your children/grandchildren
…you’ve ever removed a wedding picture from a frame, because it was the only one that your “Best in Pork” certificate would fit in.
…you’ve ever stabbed someone with a meat thermometer for touching your tongs
…you named your twin daughters “Kingsford” & “Brinkmann”
…you wish Glade Plug-Ins came in Hickory and Mesquite
…your spouse has ever accused you of loving your grill more than them, and you replied, “Which one?”
…the term “going whole hog” isn’t metaphorical at your house
…your neighbors have complained to your home owner’s association about “second hand smoke”
…you wore a brown wedding dress so the rib sauce wouldn’t show…
…you’ve ever used the phrase, “rub my butt” in front of your mother
…you have been brought to violence at the sight of a “McRib Sandwich”
…you demand that your spouse of 30 years leave the kitchen when you make a batch of your “secret” bbq sauce
…there are more barbecues/smokers/grills on your deck than you have people living in your house
…you’ve ever made your child go outside at 3am to “check the pig”
…you take a notepad and pen to the zoo, in case you get an idea for a new recipe
…you’ve ever had to adjust your cook-time for “blizzard-like conditions”
…you have the only 6 y/o on your block with a hibachi instead of an Easy-Bake Oven
…you can recite the exact “pull temps” for beef, pork, and chicken, but can’t remember your zip code
…you’ve forcibly removed someone from your house for using ketchup
…you grow 6 kinds of peppers, but your lawn has been dead for a year
…You’re no longer allowed to recite “your version” of The 3 Little Pigs to your children/grandchildren
…you’ve ever removed a wedding picture from a frame, because it was the only one that your “Best in Pork” certificate would fit in.
…you’ve ever stabbed someone with a meat thermometer for touching your tongs
…you named your twin daughters “Kingsford” & “Brinkmann”
…you wish Glade Plug-Ins came in Hickory and Mesquite
…your spouse has ever accused you of loving your grill more than them, and you replied, “Which one?”
