They've been cooking low and slow all day. Big Daddy knows his way around a slab of ribs
We buttered some corn an hour or so ago and put them along side.
I think I'll pour myself a cocktail. I'll sit outside and smell the meat cooking. While I'm there I'll watch the storm come in. I can feel it. The wind has picked up and is blowing the humidity out of the air.
You know what? Big is home tonight, too.
So why am I sitting her posting for the first time in a coon's age when I could be outside visiting with him?
I'm outta here.
Sunday, June 27, 2010