With hickory smoked spare ribs, one of my specialties.
Four hours to porky paradise via my Weber.
Even with many hours of commuting, spreading mulch and general garden chores, last weekend we finally found time to smoke some spare ribs. Lucky me.
Beat me daddy, eight to the bar.
I prefer the “burnt ends”. It’s a Kansas City thing. If you don't know, don’t ask.
Heading to Indianapolis for the the big 500 race this weekend. Look for quirky images to come.
Don't forget to remember and honor our fallen war soldiers.
God Bless those fine men...and may God Bless America!