Two racks of St Louis style ribs, rubbed down with mustard and Weber's pork rub.
Sittin on the campfire low and slow. Bout 3 more hours they will be ready. I guess I have to drink these cold drinks in the cooler until they're ready to eat. Damn the luck.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming...WOW, What a Ride!"
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