I made a batch of ribs tonight. Well, I started this afternoon, and took them off the grill at around 7:30 tonight. They were done on the gas grill, which isn't as good as over wood charcoal, but I was able to bring some apple wood smoke to the party with some smoldering apple wood pellets I bought years ago. I cooked them on low for about four and a half hours, with indirect heat. I used a dry rub from the Central St. BBQ in Memphis, and turned and sprayed the ribs with a mixture of apple juice, cherry wine vinegar and raspberry port every half hour.
When I pulled them off the grill, they were a nice rosy pink from the wood smoke. I let them sit for about 15 minutes, then cut into them, and they were falling off the bone tender, with the juices dripping all over the cutting board. I figured these were going to be tasty, and I wasn't disappointed.
I've got a couple of half slabs in the fridge, waiting for lunch and dinner tomorrow.
Life is better with pig.
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I really don't want to read another post like this, Dan, unless the final words are along the lines of: and the remaining slab will be waiting in my fridge for my Eastside friends as soon as I can get it boxed up.
Can you throw me a fricking bone here...literally?
Half of enjoyment is anticipation, ain't it? So couldn't you say that really I'm doing you a favor?
I'm concerned that he's going to throw BBQ sauce on one of the kids' arms and start chewing...
For the sake of the children, Dan!
No doubt you're right about anticipation heightening the enjoyment...and I've been tracking since the S. Illinois posts...love deferred also makes the heart sick.
Are we character building here?!
'Cause I got patience; I JUST NEED RIBS NOW! : )
Dan, Sorry to co-opt your blog to address my husband...
Paul, I question your patience, regarding ribs or otherwise, but especially regarding ribs...I've seen you in action and snarling dogs couldn't hold a candle to you.
Isn't :) the universal symbol for I'm being funny?!
Dan, again I need to address my husband.
Paul, I was responding in kind without the symbol.
Please don't eat one of the children...:)
Paul, are you trying to take over Dan's comment section again? I need to supervise our children now, but tonight I'll match you comment for comment.
I just had some ribs for lunch.
And man...were they tasty, or what?
:-)
Dan wants to rumble!
I don't know if you can take us on. :) We are a force with which to be reckoned.
(Please note the lack of smiley on the second statement as I am dead serious.)
...although the WHOLE thing is a joke so it might merit one, upon consideration...
:) :) :) :)
Paul will be by eventually...
sticky fingers ... (grumble) ... zesty ... (grumble) ... don't need no stinking napkins ... (grumble) ... mmm, tasty! ... (grumble, grumble, grumble)
I was born ready to rumble!
And notice the lack of a smiley.
How quickly words escalate into the imminent threat of an all out rib food fight disaster - a veritable Bay of Pigs.
I'm trying to get Kevin Bacon into a pithy comment, but it just ain't working.
Bay of Pigs!
Hehe
I understand your struggle...
Alison considers puns to be poor man's humor but, clearly, I'm not above it. As far as I'm concerned, it's all good ribbin' to me!
Heh Heh.
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