Took some pulled pork I'd smoked over beech and cherry to a friends barbecue to try and educate them away from the typical British bbq fodder of blackened burgers that wouldn't be out of place on an ice hockey rink. One of the girls had some in a brioche bun and exclaimed "OMG, this is fantastic, it tastes just like tinned hotdogs"
I felt like climbing in the hot tub and cutting my wrists on one of their cremated chicken drumsticks :(
I felt like climbing in the hot tub and cutting my wrists on one of their cremated chicken drumsticks :(