Every year in April and June I'm sentenced to a week of hell in Las Vegas for our two largest Broadcast conventions.
I Loathe Las Vegas, this was my 34th trip. The minute my toes cross the tarmac all I can think of is: "What am i going to put in the smoker when I get home. My mind/heart was set on ribs. Within minutes of Uber dropping me I opened the garage freezer and saw the tip of a slab of St Louis peeking out the bottom. Viola. Since there was a race on Sunday, I started early. Nothing out of the ordinary. My custom rub, WSM settled around 250-275.
4 hours top rack, no wrap or spritz. Did a quick swipe of SBR Chipotle for about 45 minutes. Pull and rest.
Thank the good lord I'm home..... (until June)
I Loathe Las Vegas, this was my 34th trip. The minute my toes cross the tarmac all I can think of is: "What am i going to put in the smoker when I get home. My mind/heart was set on ribs. Within minutes of Uber dropping me I opened the garage freezer and saw the tip of a slab of St Louis peeking out the bottom. Viola. Since there was a race on Sunday, I started early. Nothing out of the ordinary. My custom rub, WSM settled around 250-275.
4 hours top rack, no wrap or spritz. Did a quick swipe of SBR Chipotle for about 45 minutes. Pull and rest.
Thank the good lord I'm home..... (until June)