About a month ago we took the dogs to the PETA park and met a guy named Richard. Richard has two ridgebacks and for the life of us we can't get them to play with Kimber and vice versa. They would much rather annoy others and run at full gallop chasing after the little dogs. This makes me very nervous because I'm always afraid she's going to trample one, but the other owners don't seem to mind. I like to look at it as cheap practice for lure coursing (see here).
Anyway, Richard got Ben really excited about building a meat smoker out of a steel barrel and they have been talking about it nonstop for weeks, emailing one another back and forth and researching, researching, researching. Ben has been running all over town collecting the pieces he needs and yesterday Richard invited us over to try some things he makes in his smoker. Now the guys will tell you this BBQ never happened. They are liars and are not to be trusted. This BBQ definitely happened and it did not end well for me.
Basically, the guys got caught up in conversation and left all the meat on waaaaaaay too long. The end result was charred bacon, black jalapenos, and a log of meat called a "fatty" that looked more like coal. Richard was embarrassed, but it was everyone's fault. Unfortunately, the bacon had lots of brown sugar and cayenne on it, so it still tasted pretty dang good and I ate it anyway. We pulled all the charred bacon off the stuffed jalapenos and ate those too. I had also made my famous jalapeno creamed corn and it was extra spicy and delicious, so add that to the mix. By the time we were done, we had pretty much built an atomic time bomb inside my stomach.... BUT WAIT!! Let's add a little more insult to injury. Ben wanted pizza for dinner and though he normally puts jalapenos on it, I stopped him and told him I had enough spices for the day. As I was finishing up some reading, he brought me a few slices, COVERED in cracked red pepper. There was nothing I could do about it at that point, so I shut up and ate it anyway. The end result was just awful. I spent a good 3 hours clutching my stomach, eating Tums, writhing in pain and making deals with God before I finally was able to puke it all up. I think that part hurt the worst, short lived as it was. My lips are still burning today.
So yes, they'll tell you that BBQ didn't happen. Next time I'm bringing a salad.
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Wait, I was told women are evil and not to be trusted....damn navy! I understand that pain too...it happens every time I have duty and have to eat 3+ meals on the ship. I like your solution much better than what happens to me. We need to BBQ soon. If you have no plans the night before Halloween, costume party here.... let me know!
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