"...one of the things that makes us...better than you."
I don't have anything good to ramble on about, so I'm going to ramble on about a few different things.
Here's what happens to chicken when you don't pay attention to a pellet smoker that does NOT have a cutesy little thermostat to do the work for you:
Brett did it.
Woodyard BBQ on Merriam in KCK is good. Go there. Seven bucks gets you a big-ass pulled pork sandwich and two sides. The beans could use some lovin’, and the tater salad was merely serviceable, but the pork is damn good and it’s a lot of freakin’ food for seven dollarinis.
And Woodyard is a proper joint. It’s in the front of an old house; there are only two tables inside, lots of mismatched picnic tables outside on a brick patio. By “brick,” I mean real pavers, not fancy phony little blocks from Home Depot. And all them tables are within about 15 feet of the big brick pit. You get to see them smoking the meat. Real fire. Real wood. Damn good bbq.
If the Chiefs were going to start a veteran quarterback, it should have been Trent Green. He earned it. Fortunately, after they suck this year and next year, Carl will retire, and Herm will resign, and Clark Hunt can hire Bill Cowher, who says he’s not coaching through 2008.
TheSlabs.com rub is awesome on popcorn and in chicken and noodles.
When I started writing this, I was wearing underwear that should probably be thrown away.
LC’s barbecue lives up to its reputation as some of the best anywhere. The pulled pork is outstanding, and the fries are gen-yoo-wine cut and fried potatoes. It’s a proper joint, kind of grungy and perfect. Except it’s not cheap. The sandwich is $7.50, with no sides. So a sandwich, fries and a soda is about $12. They do give you enough fries for two people, and again, it’s damn good bbq. But kind of pricy.
All this crazy weather isn’t merely global warming. It’s Ming the Merciless. Ming said, “Every thousand years, I test each life system in the Universe. I visit it with mysteries, earthquakes, unpredicted eclipses, strange craters in the wilderness…If these are taken as natural, I judge that system ignorant and harmless - I spare it. But if the Hand of Ming is recognized in these events, I judge that system dangerous to us, I call upon the great god Dyzan, and for his greater glory and for our mutual pleasure, I destroy it utterly.“ So, now that I recognized that it is Ming, we’re doomed. You’re welcome.
Rufus Teague made a sauce and I like it. I haven’t tried it on meat yet, but it’s good.
I’m still waiting for someone to show me a new gadget that makes better barbecue. Not just easier barbecue: Better.
Smokers that are thermostat-controlled shouldn’t be allowed in KCBS contests. It violates the spirit of the competition if not the rules, and it’s just damned lazy. Want to change the rules so you can compete without working? Start your own damned barbecue society. Don’t join one that’s doing great and then molest it until it fits your needs.
Finally, do this:
Get an original Boboli pizza crust. Smear it with butter. Top it with thinly sliced pears. Lots of ‘em. Then crumble blue cheese on there. I use Maytag because it’s from Iowa and I’ve been to Iowa. Use as much as you please. Drizzle some walnut oil on the whole thing. Pop it in the oven at 450 for 5 or 10 minutes, until the cheese melts. Eat it. It’s good.