After irth

Cheers, mofos...!

Jesus, that sounds like work. We just wanted to chill.

Jesus, that sounds like work. We just wanted to chill...

I did too. And then immediately felt stupid. What a waste of potential.

Get some of these. You can thank me later.

I’ve been hitting the Ranch Waters all summer, but never considered adding Topo into Bourbon. Will try it!

Care to share your rubs on both meats?

I figured that's where you were. Love Wapping, and I'm pretty sure I'm familiar with the building you're talking about. Freakin' awesome. So jealous. We shitcanned a London trip this Christmas, but will (hopefully) return again next December for 3 weeks. Normally stay somewhere off Piccadilly Circus. Planning on a Wapping flat next time around. Claim a regular stool at Turner's Old Star, maybe share some nog with Helen Mirren, etc. Best wishes for getting settled into Marylebone and starting your new adventure.

Feeling fairly surly today and trying to snap out of it while I hack up some meat in the kitchen for tomorrow. Seems like a “music to break shit to” kinda afternoon Started with Hanging In The Balance by Metal Church. Then The World Won’t Miss You by Reverend. Balls deep into some Comeau-era Annihilator right now.

Gotta say...I thought that was pretty stupid when the episode started, but it was the turning point for me with the show. They did some outrageous cooking with all those meats.

Tears? You gotta be fucking kidding me...

It ain't over yet, and women plowing their SUVs through saltwater is a good thing to avoid. I love how you gave her options and encouraged her to continue her getaway on higher ground, but you're still the asshole for trying to look out for her safety and well-being. We're here for ya, Brisket...ya poor whipped bastard...

Strong like bull! That's me, baby!

Nope.

Or you could drink it.

This is how a man shops.

I feel ya, but...I drink coffee like a madman. Actually, I drink everything like a madman. Maybe I am a madman...? The point is, I piss like a fucking firehose. You should too.

That weird white blob with the 15.7" is sitting right over my house...what the fuck? I moved off the coast to get AWAY from hurricanes, goddammit...!

I started making my own, because as we all know, the most important part of making good BBQ is pickles. And my BBQ deserves some amazing pickles. Also, I get to control the sodium. 2-3 medium Cukes (or 4-5 small) 2c Water 4-6 cloves Garlic, peeled and left whole 1c White Vinegar 3 Tb Pickling or Kosher Salt 1 Tb Dill Seed (or 4 Sprigs Dill & 2 tsp Dill Seed) ½ tsp Coriander Seed ½ tsp Celery Seed ½ tsp Mustard Seed ½ tsp Black Peppercorns (1) Hungarian War or Habanero Pepper (optional) (1) Quart jar 1. Slice Cukes into rounds or spears, set aside 2. Bring the Water to simmer in saucepan. 3. Place Garlic into simmering water and cook for 5 minutes. Remove from pan and place in jar. 4. Add Vinegar and Salt to water, bring to a boil until Salt dissolves and remove Brine from heat. 5. Add Dill, Coriander, Celery, Mustard, and Peppercorns to the jar. Cut Pepper in half and place in jar. 6. Bring Brine back to a boil, then pour into jar, filling it completely to cover the Cukes. Seal the jar. 7. Let jar cool to room temperature and refrigerate for at least two days before opening.

That and the fact that it’s really just a soap opera in space. What a beating. I’d love to hear the tech aspects that piss you off the most.

I know, but it was still too damn hot for Gumbo. Totally goes against everything my kitchen stands for.

Would she kill you if she knew?

I kinda like Georgia, though. She seems like a “no panties under her Sunday church dress” kinda gal.

You should probably see someone about that.