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Which One of You Wrote This?
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:24 pm
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:24 pm
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The smell of smokey slow roasted meat had been filling the house for hours, begging the rest of my senses to join in the sheer delight my nose was engaged in... Low and slow, that had long been the motto for cooking ribs. Low and slow and tonight had been no different.
It had been two and a half hours since I had broiled the ribs to seer in the flavour and I could still see the dry rub atop the glistening meat crack, bubble, smoke and hiss. Two and a half hours since I had set the oven to 275 and walked away. Low and slow. Low and slow.
Grabbing a pot and some ingredients I threw together the sauce that would grace the warm and tender morsels of meat I had dry rubbed, broiled, and roasted with such care. Some hickory smoked BBQ sauce here, a dash of pepper there. A large helping of fresh maple syrup from the bottle, and an extra splash into my mouth for good measure. Topped off, of course, with that secret ingredient that makes everything BBQ-like taste so damn good - more sweet sweet brown sugar. The ingredients surrendered their individually to the whole, churning and bubbling merrily in the pot as I stirred, poked and cajoled it while it cooked. A small taste - a dash of salt - a small taste - another dollop of syrup - a small taste - perfection, enough, no more. Off the burner and aside to cool.
The ribs themselves pulled out, unwrapped from their foil packages one by one by one. Like a pile of delicious Christmas presents laid bare, steaming and begging to be sauced. Glazed once for good practice, once more to lock in the flavour. Back into the oven to warm. Two minutes pass... Three... Tension mounted as mouths watered. Finally, the time drew near. Once more out of the oven to be glazed again. My hands moving with the rapid speed of skill, practice, and confidence that the end drew near. My hands shook with excitement but never wavered, never faulted. Not a single drop of sauce wasted or left wantonly abandoned.
Broiler on once more, the ribs back for their final touch. The sauce screaming as if touched by hellfire - smoke churning, bubbles bursting, a cacophony of sound from the grilling meat. And then - silence. The ribs out, into a bowl. Waiting... Waiting... Waiting...
The first bite. Indescribable. The second - just as good. An amazing balancing act of smoke, char, tangy and sweet. The meat literally pulling away from bone, not a knife in sight for none was needed to carve through the flesh. Mouthful after mouthful worth every second of the hours of preparation work and attention to detail. Every mouthful a delight for the senses.
And then, not with a bang but with a whimper, the moment was gone... My eyes grew dim at the sight of destruction around me. Where once had stood a proud nation of ribs, now lay a pile of bones. I had eaten them all. There were no more. This was the end.
I regret not that I ate them unto extinction... Nor that we discarded all they left behind into the trash. My only regret is that you were not here to share in the feasting.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:29 pm to Stadium Rat
Stadium Rat is reading the food version of Penthouse it would appear.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:31 pm to Stadium Rat
Too upbeat for Nikinik.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:40 pm to Tigertown in ATL
quote:That's an accurate characterization of that quote.
the food version of Penthouse
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:41 pm to Stadium Rat
Someone who does not own a smoker I guess
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:49 pm to Stadium Rat
The ribs sound overcooked. I wonder from where the smoke flavor came?
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:51 pm to Stadium Rat
Hopefully someone who lives in an 400 sq ft apartment in Soho who doesn't have access to fire and wood and a device in which to contain them
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:52 pm to Stadium Rat
By the way that jamablaya calculator you made works great. Nice job
Posted on 5/7/15 at 12:54 pm to Gris Gris
quote:
The ribs sound overcooked
Posted on 5/7/15 at 1:08 pm to Coater
A Brit...look at the "u" in "flavour"
Posted on 5/7/15 at 1:12 pm to Gris Gris
And someone who doesn't know the difference between "sear" and "seer".
Posted on 5/7/15 at 1:21 pm to Stadium Rat
A lot of grammatical errors in there (funny, as they´re evidently trying to bring home their point as if they were a writer).
The ingredients surrendered their individually to the whole
Not a single drop of sauce wasted or left wantonly abandoned.
Nitpicking dickheadishness on my part, I know (but this is activity which preempts Alzheimer´s, is it not?).
The ingredients surrendered their individually to the whole
Not a single drop of sauce wasted or left wantonly abandoned.
Nitpicking dickheadishness on my part, I know (but this is activity which preempts Alzheimer´s, is it not?).
This post was edited on 5/7/15 at 1:22 pm
Posted on 5/7/15 at 1:29 pm to Dandy Lion
Must have typed it from a cell phone.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 1:31 pm to Stadium Rat
The only meat that should be sauced is chicken.
Saucing pork is sacrilegious.
Thanks for the wing recommendation the other night of pluckers. Boys ate 2 50 wing platters of sweet bbq mixed with buffalo hot.
Saucing pork is sacrilegious.
Thanks for the wing recommendation the other night of pluckers. Boys ate 2 50 wing platters of sweet bbq mixed with buffalo hot.
This post was edited on 5/7/15 at 1:32 pm
Posted on 5/7/15 at 4:19 pm to Tigertown in ATL
quote:
Stadium Rat is reading the food version of Penthouse it would appear.
Except this writing is even worse.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 4:22 pm to Stadium Rat
I'd say Hemingway or Faulkner.
Posted on 5/7/15 at 4:46 pm to Motorboat
Don't insult those vaunted scribes by comparing their writing to some supermarket romance novel BS bruh.
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