This morning, my wife and I woke up to the smell of hickory smoke from across the yard area of our town home complex. My wife got jealous and said we should do some ribs. Not to be one upped by the neighbors, obliged and headed over to the commissary and got me the biggest rack of spares I could find. Now, as you all know, I don't have a regular smoker and didn't feel like fighting with rolled up ribs falling over, so I put em on my performer. They're doing great right now, I'll post pics in a few.
While I was prepping the grill for the smoke, I stepped out back to take the dog out, and the neighbor was out there fussing with his ECB, I gave him some tips and we got to talking, looks like I'm gonna be having pulled pork for lunch tomorrow
While I was prepping the grill for the smoke, I stepped out back to take the dog out, and the neighbor was out there fussing with his ECB, I gave him some tips and we got to talking, looks like I'm gonna be having pulled pork for lunch tomorrow
