Bamabuzzard
is Blowin Smoke!
Oh please pray for me this upcoming Saturday. We've been invited over to my wife's uncle's house to celebrate Mother's Day weekend for my wife's grandmother.
Quick background. My wife's uncle is the one that laughs at the thought of "smoking" ribs or pork butt on a smoker for hours. He has told me each time he gets a chance that "I can do it in quicker time in the oven or crockpot, not spend all day and it tastes just as good or better."
Well low and behold this weekend he's conveniently doing ribs. He does his in the oven wrapped in foil then throws them on a gasser grill for the last ten minutes and baptizes them in sauce. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what's going to happen. While eveybody is eating he will (in a loud voice) single me out and ask "How do they taste? They're just as good as yours aren't they? And I don't have to sit there and spend all day doing it." Because that's how this jackazz is. Yet my wife has already instructed me to simply bite the bullet and tell him they are great and not to say anything and if he's asks if they are as good as mine just tell him yes and move on. I don't know if I can do this. :doh: I really don't. I understand not starting an argument or an awkward moment over something as silly as ribs but I hate to give this guy ANY satisfaction. Oh Brethren please pray for me this week.
Well, here's what happened. I went into this thinking he was doing spare ribs or baby backs. We get there and he's doing country style ribs on the grill. So a HUGE sigh of relief comes over me because this is truly an apples and oranges type scenario. But what happened next was truly embarrassing for him. He fires up his gasser, sprinkles some store bought rub on the CS ribs and puts them on the gasser. He had his little timer sitting there and with about two minutes left he starts baptizing them in Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce. Here's where it starts going down hill for him. When the timer goes off he picks up his knife and fork and begins cutting each one of the ribs open and checking to see if they are done. I was standing right there and could tell they were ready before he ever cut into them. As expected the ribs dried out like leather shoe. And as expected there were a lot of leftovers of the CS ribs. I ate one little piece and could hardly finish it. Dry to the core. He had also bought some potato salad and slaw from Wal-Mart. Rather than serving them as is he decided to "doctor them up". The potato salad tasted a like a salt block as did the slaw. There was A TON of food left over. They were trying to get people to take some home and NOT ONE person would take any of it. I kind of felt sorry for the guy because he was walking around as people ate fishing for compliments. For the most part people were nice and said it was great. As did I. I told him everything was good, though I didn't eat much of anything. It was pretty bad. But the proof was in the puddin' so to speak. The food he cooked was barely touched and the chips, dip and bought desserts were gobbled up with NONE OF IT left.
