spicewine said:I'm Jay. I guess you would call me the "Pusher". You know," the dealer on the street corner." The guy that sells you the wood, rubs, sauces and equiptment to feed your "BBQ Jones" untill you O.D. on the stuff.
Does that make me a bad person??? :twisted:
Bigmista said:You broke the cardinal pusher rule.
"Don't get high on your own supply!"
BBQ_MAFIA said:My name is Guido and I don’t have a problem.
Sure, the wife says I do. In fact, most of the family thinks I do.
But, I don’t. I don’t see anything wrong with having the kids sit on the Lang and then having it made into a Christmas card. I don’t see anything wrong with having four or five different kinds of smokers in the yard. I don’t see why she thinks it’s a big deal that when we go to the zoo I wonder what rub or wood would work best when smoking a Rhinoceros or a Hippopotamus.
I read all your posts, and feel bad that you guys have an addiction.
I don’t.
Now I’m going to kiss my Lang and say night night.
Kevin said:Hippopotamus is a tuff one. I'm thinking you would have to skin the armor plating, then brine for about 2 weeks in a saline/sugar solution. Inject and rub with a savory based seasoning, then cook low and slow for about 72 hours with red oak for heat and a little wet date palm leaf for apropriate flavor. Garnish with a dozen fresh spit roasted goats and eucalyptus leaves. Considering the strong flavor of the game hippo, one would likely consider copious amounts of garlic and onion.
Yeh, I'm full of bologna tonight.