 Happy Saturday, everybody! We made it through another stinking week!
It’s 5AM here at The Compound. I lit off the big smoker, Bertha, at 0330 this morning for a long day of cooking Lower Alabama style ribs. We’ll report back on how they turn out. First time doing L.A. ribs. We’re expecting a day of relatively mild weather and lower winds…that’s rare around here this time of year. Of course, I’m the only person up and moving this morning. Cousin Fred, Friend Lamont, and Gigi are nowhere to be seen. Even the mutts aren’t moving around this early. Today is do-or-die on Brutus, the Weber Kettle Cart. Have to finish it today in anticipation of the Wife’s arrival back at The Compound tomorrow morning from her latest fabulous vacation. Not that she cares one bit about the Kettle Cart, but the beast it taking up most of her side of the garage. The Dad offered to bring his tractor over this morning so we can use the front-end loader to life Brutus (with chains) up over the fence into the designated BBQ area. You people thought I was kidding about this? Oh no. Actually, I think I can get through the gate with like ½ inch of clearance. But, I have to do it while it’s still cool before the wood swells. So, you probably heard that Acting FBI Director McCabe was fired by The Trump yesterday. The Trump took his usual victory lap around Twitter crowing about what a great president he is and all. In some ways I feel kind of sorry for McCabe. As I understand it he won’t get his pension now. That’s gotta hurt. He’ll probably sue and get it in the end, but still…it’s kind of a classless move by The Trump’s White House, not mention very Nixonian. Nixon is still dead...right? After fielding a ton more calls from The Trump’s Dumps seeking jobs, we’ve decided to just shoot the damned television pilot with ourselves (Cousin Fred, me, and Gigi) as the talent. Friend Lamont will be behind the camera. We still don’t have a working title for the show, but we’ll try to come up with something before we head off to our first round of shooting, which we don’t know where that will be. If we’re sounding more and more like amateurs at this, you’re right. We are. Then again, you don’t have Chick Ferris screaming over the phone at you to get off your dead ass and get him great television. That sort of thing can be quite motivational really. I saw something on KFOR.com that Sonic restaurants are going to start offering pickle juice snow cones and slushies this summer. At first, I found that kind of stunning, if not mouth puckering, but then I recalled something from my youth. We used to pour pickle juice into a glass from the jar, add some pepper and drink it. Hey, it’s a rural Oklahoma thing…don’t judge me! Or is it? I mean, Sonic is all over the country. Surely they’ve done a lot of research and surveys to determine if pickle juice slushies would sell…right? My problem now is that the thought of pickle juice in the stomach, all that acid (assuming it’s real pickle juice) is giving me a case of acid reflux just thinking about it. I’ll bet it isn’t real pickle juice…probably pickle juice flavored water or some nonsense…right? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING SONIC?! Actually, if this catches on, other fast food places are going to pick it up. McDonalds will be selling McPickle-McJuice power drinks and flavored coffees. Oh, and, there’s Arby’s…”We have the Pickles!” What a strange time we’re living in. Okay, I’m back out the door to check the temp on Bertha…hard to stabilize the temperature on that smoker when it’s 37 degrees out, but I’m in it for the day! That is all! Comments are closed.
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