Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I pulled the ribs out of their Cryovac, wipe them with paper towel and applied a nice layer of my favorite dry rub across all surfaces. I set my woodchips (pecan) and herb stems to soaking and started a lump charcoal fire with my chimney starter. I got all my tools prepared.
And then I brought out my mop.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour. - William Cowper
The Spice Shelf is a random selection from amongst the useless potpourri that inhabit my skull.
One of the adjustments I had to make when I first made Buffalo my home, more jarring than adjusting to the needless insertion of the article “the” before route numbers, was comprehending that it was a far more Catholic place then any place I had lived before. This is not said in judgment, but rather as an observation of reality. News of the Church lives on the front page of the newspaper, and the Friday Fish Fry has achieved totemic proportions.