- Sep 15, 2012
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It was just an absolutely gorgeous day here in Northern New England. Sunny skies, temps reaching the lower 70s and barely a hint of wind. So I asked the wifey what she wanted for supper and she mentioned FOTB ribs. So who was I to argue. After a quick trip to the local grocer. I picked up some spares, brats, and a couple of chuckies. No sense in wasting good real-estate on such a beautiful day.
First things first though, before my trip to the grocer. A trip to the local True Value Hardware was in order for some much needed supplies. With a bag of charcoal, hickory and apple chunks in hand I noticed this little baby Weber grill sitting on the shelf. At first I thought it was one of those toy grills for the little munchkins. Then upon closer look I saw that it was a bird feeder. Holy Cow I said to myself. My misses would love that. So I bought it.
Kettle Bird feeder:
Old faithful holding holding my Greenie Meanie:
A couple of Chuckies. Thinner than I'd like but they'll do just fine:
The 26" is called upon for the first time this year. One hunk of Hickory and one Apple:
Seasoned the chuckies up with Jeff's Texas rub:
After a short spell. The rest of the grub is added:
Coming along nicely:
After another Meanie Greenie:
The Switchback Brats are pulled. One is sliced for a taste test - it passed:
Swapped the brats with tators, foiled the ribs and chuckies. Then unfoiled and back on the grate they went to set: also added a little sauce to the ribs per wifey's request: Hillbilly teeth, Justin would be proud.
All done:
Time to do the finger shredding:
She did say FOTB:
Clean bones:
and finally the chuckey is ready for the fridge. It will be frozen in the morning along with the brats.
Thanks for hanging with me.
I'm stuffed.
Chris
First things first though, before my trip to the grocer. A trip to the local True Value Hardware was in order for some much needed supplies. With a bag of charcoal, hickory and apple chunks in hand I noticed this little baby Weber grill sitting on the shelf. At first I thought it was one of those toy grills for the little munchkins. Then upon closer look I saw that it was a bird feeder. Holy Cow I said to myself. My misses would love that. So I bought it.
Kettle Bird feeder:
Old faithful holding holding my Greenie Meanie:
The 26" is called upon for the first time this year. One hunk of Hickory and one Apple:
Seasoned the chuckies up with Jeff's Texas rub:
After a short spell. The rest of the grub is added:
Coming along nicely:
After another Meanie Greenie:
The Switchback Brats are pulled. One is sliced for a taste test - it passed:
Swapped the brats with tators, foiled the ribs and chuckies. Then unfoiled and back on the grate they went to set: also added a little sauce to the ribs per wifey's request: Hillbilly teeth, Justin would be proud.
All done:
Time to do the finger shredding:
She did say FOTB:
Clean bones:
and finally the chuckey is ready for the fridge. It will be frozen in the morning along with the brats.
Thanks for hanging with me.
I'm stuffed.
Chris
