Rebel with a BBQ cause.
I fed our local itinerant hobo bunny until he was chock full of apple, and then he let me pet him. Now he’s sleeping in the shade in our backyard.
I got a bunch of pork for a BBQ tomorrow. The butcher gave me a hard time about my limited meat knowledge. No, of course the pork shoulder roasts didn’t come bone out. Yes, she could be troubled to remove the bone (which took 30 seconds). Was I aware this would cost me more money ($1.49/lb instead of $.99)? I find now, as always, that I don’t particularly need any condescension from people wearing plastic aprons. In the end, I’ve got a bunch of meat. Don’t recall the actual poundage, but I’d say it’s about two sleeping bunnies worth.
The rub for the pork calls for bourbon. I never bought bourbon before. Turns out it’s just whiskey with a superiority complex. ooooOOOOoooh. I come from Bourbon County Kentucky. OOOooooh. Aren’t I special. Suckers. I bought JD, which is from Tennessee. I’m a rule breaker all right. Most of the bottle left, so we’ll just have to drink it all sometime. Ha. Stuff smells awful. I know, I spilled a bunch all over my kitchen. Which is why my house smells like the deep south. That and the tobacco crop I’m drying in the dining room.
May 24th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
Your “whiskey with a superiority complex” bit is very Craig Ferguson.
May 24th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Maybe Craig Ferguson is a bit MRI? Ever think of that, oh paul?
May 24th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Actually, now that you mention it, I’m can’t help but hear the phrase in a scottish accent. Dang scots, and their humorousness.
May 24th, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Bourbon and furthermore Rye are DIFFERENT animals than your standard Kentucky Whiskey, aka Jack Daniels. I still have a huge bottle of JD, it’s good to shoot a few when you want to get the party started quickly, but it’s not the greatest in the flavor department.
I tend to spend the extra money for them to slice off the hock and then debone it. I guess I just don’t have the skill or the proper knives as I tried once it and it was a mess, took forever and I almost gave up… but the resulting roast still turned out pretty darn good.
I prefer a dry rub and then a liquid based basting for the rotisserie process.
Sounds like a fun day for yous tomorrow, enjoy!
May 24th, 2009 at 6:08 pm
So It’ll be alright if I wear my Confederate uniform to your house on thursday? It doesn’t see much daylight and I figure since your house smells like deep south it will be alright. I do declare…
May 24th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
I forgot to mention this earler… since you’re going with a southern theme you should serve Mint Juleps, or if you want to be “cuban” friendly you could add lime and make mojito-ths (not the lispy “th” at the end?)
May 24th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
We’re dry rubbin and liquid moppin. Hope that meets the approval of all and sundry.
I hate mint juleps.
Cory, if you have such a uniform, you may wear one. And possibly be shot by the yankees.
May 24th, 2009 at 11:10 pm
psssh the south shall rise again!….but only within the boundaries of your property…on thursday.
May 25th, 2009 at 10:08 am
Mexican piss beer is very southern….even FARTHER south than all this other southern talk.