- Mar 23, 2009
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I'm gonna try not only cooking more often this year, but also try and be better at qview. Always seem to forget pictures because in the heat of the moment, the last thing I wanna do is grab a pic. But alas, I'm gonna try and document the year here.
4-16: Maiden voyage of my PBC, ribs and chicken. Pretty good for taking it out of the box and firing it up.
4-24: Simple 3.5lb bone out pork butt, cooked on the PBC. This was its third voyage and these were the leftovers.
5-4: May the fourth be with you! And it was for the first half of my day. I had some errands to run in KC, so I decided to stock up on rub spices at Sam's Club. Against my better judgement I took along a cooler. Suffice it to say, I not only brought home spices, but about 60lbs of meat.
From there, my journey following the path of the light quickly grew twisted and dark. When I reached my parents home to pick up my 170lb worthless Great Dane, he absolutely refused to leave. Hell he refused to stand up. After fighting with him for 5 minutes I got him loaded, only to discover at some point since I had arrived at my folk's house I cut a slit in a tire. Fast forward and hour and a half of fighting with a flat, and my fun adventures with the mutt. Three more times to get out, in another truck, and the out again. Finally got the tire fixed, put back on the truck and everything put away. Still feeling the darkside...
4-16: Maiden voyage of my PBC, ribs and chicken. Pretty good for taking it out of the box and firing it up.
4-24: Simple 3.5lb bone out pork butt, cooked on the PBC. This was its third voyage and these were the leftovers.
5-4: May the fourth be with you! And it was for the first half of my day. I had some errands to run in KC, so I decided to stock up on rub spices at Sam's Club. Against my better judgement I took along a cooler. Suffice it to say, I not only brought home spices, but about 60lbs of meat.
From there, my journey following the path of the light quickly grew twisted and dark. When I reached my parents home to pick up my 170lb worthless Great Dane, he absolutely refused to leave. Hell he refused to stand up. After fighting with him for 5 minutes I got him loaded, only to discover at some point since I had arrived at my folk's house I cut a slit in a tire. Fast forward and hour and a half of fighting with a flat, and my fun adventures with the mutt. Three more times to get out, in another truck, and the out again. Finally got the tire fixed, put back on the truck and everything put away. Still feeling the darkside...
