Ur killin’ me,,,step it up I gotta go to bed soon
Im eastcoast ,,LOL
Im eastcoast ,,LOL
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Looking forward to the conclusion of this episode of Mr. Bones cookin'! Too tired to wait up tonight though, but something tells me that country ribs will somehow end up in my dreams tonight!
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Ignition: bottom vent @ app. 25~30%, top @50%...let th smoke clear a moment or two...
Lookin 'Thin Blue' enough, in my estimation, though I am, admittedly, far from an Expert on such things...
Thin? Yup.
Blue? Yup.
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Bed time, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Oh, & time is almost up fer that other thing we has goin!Comment
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Now I got 2 thing to look forward to when I wake up (OK, well 3 since I try and make Sunday morning service) - my name from Huskee announcing that I am the replacement winner, and the conclusion to the Bonsey boneless saga...Comment
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Thin Blue, from a different perspective; yall can clearly see alla th other cookers watchin patiently, an waitin fer their chance to be featured on AR...
So, now, they all got some braggin rights...Peace in th Valley...
Once my initial lit 21 briqs, an chunks had settled down into a viable cookin fire, I threw on th two packages of Country ribs, which I adorned with a liberal dosin of Harry Soo's All Purpose Competition rub...
Smokey was, somehow, barely able to contain his excitement...
Here's what I was seein, long bout th hour mark~, give or take a few mikes...
Lookin promisin...
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So. Let's us talk, FireMan
Yer tellin me that, outta th multi-cooker shots, an th pics of tantalizin, delectable smellin Pork Wibs, that yer vast preference, an final choice, is a pic of my currently inert cat's bum????
Hmmm, ya have given me much to think bout, Brother!
HeeHee!
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Though typically, I don't tend to flip smoked items, these appeared like they was a gittin more colour on one side, than t'other, so at ~1 hour, as depicted above, I flipped em all...
Despite th fact that this was all strictly experimental, I found myself not bein totally displeased with my dang ol self, at th appearance, an certainly th aromas, at that point in time
As if to verify my assessment, I had multiple neighbours stop by, as well as th entire menagerie of dogs an cats from th hood...all good signs
Now, early on, as I was all a cuttin em apart, an givin em some rub, I was readily able to identify a couple of comparatively anemic lookin end 'ribs', which swiftly became designated a cook's treat, shown forefront, above...
Gotta eat, keep my strength up, cause who knows how long these gonna take, to git done? Certainly not me, that's who...
There's treat #1...see, Nobody wanna see that all up on their plate, so that there makes it mine
Here's t'other one...
Th things I haveta do, in th name of science...
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Mmmm... Ribs
For some reason these always smell better than whole butts when cooking.
looking good brother!
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True Dat, Holmes, an I reckon I ain't never found no reason why, but, it is zackly as ya done said, previous...
HouseHomey
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Still stuck in a time warp, at ~1 hour in lol! Jus after turnin, prior to re-installin th kettle lid...
Gotta tell yall th truth, betwixt th pork aroma, an th bourbon barrel smoke, I was doin some serious droolin...course, seemed like every other life form in th neighbourhood stopped by to join in... good signs, all round, by my reckonin...
I was startin to really hope them treats would git done, soon like... had me a mean ol Hongry all kinda goin on...
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Here's what I found a waitin fer me, when I next peeled th lid off, at ~1.5 hours in...I'm nearly freakin dyin of self inflicted hunger pangs, at this point, due to th aroma...seein th ribs again only served to amplify that there particular situation... OY!!!!
Was kinda likin what I was seein, at this point, knew they needed some more time...darn it
did I mention, previous, like, I was Hongry, yall???)
Hmmmm, knot two sham dabby, was my thoughts, at that point...
- æ—©ãæ¥ã¦ä¸‹ã•ã„ï¼ (Hayaku kite kudasai!) = "Please come quickly!" Hayaku is often used, informally,as a semi-imperative, to convey "hurry th Hail up!!!/ quit dawdlin/foolin about", an such, like... (Oft times followed by "hito bito, toki doki, potsu potsu potsu!!!", with eyebulbs rolled to th heavens, in feigned, or even real impatience...look that up in yer Funk an Wagnalls, yall
It was jus about this time, when I jus happened to randomly notice that my cook's treats seemed to have arrived at a point of completion... a quick probin with Ol Red, my usual 'go to' Thermopop, was found to verify my initial, visual, an instinctual assessment...
Other cook's treat also tested positive fer viabilty/edibility, so yall can probly reckon what mighta ensued, long bout that particular point in time...
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More ~1.5 hours in pics...
Desperately Hongry, at this point, I tried scannin my beloved lil foldin outdoor table, jus in case some food had somehow, perhaps magically, manifested itself thereupon...no dice, dang it...
Briefly considered eatin that chunk of bourbon barrel, but, eventually, cooler heads prevailed...
Still seriously considerin makin a broth/stock, by boilin them leather gloves, afore I put em out to pasture, though...
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