I'm a Kansas City girl, and we've been importing our Arthur Bryant's and our Billardo Brothers for years now. But as our stock dwindles, the time has come to man up and make out own. Here are the photographic results of our day of barbeque.
the makings of the sauce
the makings of the bacon -
you could still feel the piggies little back hairs on the skin!
you could still feel the piggies little back hairs on the skin!
Believing ourselves to be in China only temporarily,
I never bought a food processor.
Enough is enough!
This machine is loads of fun!
I never bought a food processor.
Enough is enough!
This machine is loads of fun!
the beans, after an hour of boiling in sauce
after 4 hours of boiling
after sitting in the coals of the grill for 2 hours. yum!
the grillmaster and his assistant,
cooking late into the night
cooking late into the night
and once again, the final product
We need to keep refining. The beans were still a bit tough, the Root Beer was too expensive an ingredient, and something about the ribs just wasn't right. We think it might have been the meat itself, which we've got no power to fix.
But the best part? I shredded the leftover meat into the beans, and boiled it all with the rest of the sauce the next day. Poured the whole mix over fresh corn bread. Oh, heaven!
2 comments:
this looks pretty awesome! wish we could have had that meal with you!
Love you all so much.
mom
I blame the meat not the chef. It just is not the same!
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