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Would never try to do that . . . .
And thirsty!
Did an experiment. Prepared all racks with the same mustard and spice rub. Half, I smoked for five hours straight. Half, I did the old 2-2-1 method (2 hours straight, two in foil, one straight up again). Really thought the straight cooking worked better. Will have to repeat the experiment next week.
Beer went well with both, as did a good Lodi Red blend.
A bit of humor on a warm summer afternoon:
From Shoe in the Raleigh N&O yesterday AM:
Dear Editor:
Why is golf called "golf"?
Signed,
Walter in Center Valley
Dear Walter,
Because @#$%, &#*! and $%@% were already taken.
[redacted] them and the horses they rode in on.
Adorable photo of two kids on the front page of DBR, with the caption saying that they were one day old. As a parent myself, I thought they looked too alert and large to be just 24 hours (plus 9 months) old.
Here's a google images shot of day old babies:
https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&...61.J5sA1aS_4lI
I am asking for a formal apology from both the parents and DBR staff, and an informal gurgle of a mea culpa from the babies. Does DBR think WE were born yesterday?
s.i.
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Welcome back to school, at least here in Georgia.
Every once in a while I do something worth bragging about, but I don't. This time is the time though, I am bragging. Today, in a highly competitive match with about 20 guys, I shot my age, and they are annoyed because my team took the entire pot. As one gets older the task seems reachable, but the aging process tends to raise one's scores. It is simply not possible for those of us in our fifties, not in the sixties either, except for a few fit pros. It gets in one's mind that it can be done for a close to scratch player in his seventies, but he is finding out that it's harder to make the silky smooth swing that it takes to get the ball on the green in regulation. Bogie golf becomes the goal of most golfers in their later years. Even lessons or new clubs don't help, but today, in spite of all of the arthritis and other maladies that are common in these age groups, my score for 18 holes on a cool August day was a net 60. Par is 72 here on our course, and my plans are to do it again. Now if I told you my gross score you would know my age, and that's classified.
I have spent the evening investigating potty seats, reading up on ways to potty train little girls, and also feeling Future-Devil-Alum #2 kick like he wants to be the next Clint Dempsey.
I come here to catch up on the OT boards, and the Ymm, Beer thread I started almost 6 years ago is at the top, taunting me. It's cruel, really, I could use a couple cold ones; it's painful to read about all the tasty beverages I am forgoing.
And then I remind myself, <sigh>, problems to have, but still. Wah.
Without a doubt, OPK! I was finally getting back into the swing of things (decently stocked wine rack, nice selection of whiskeys in place, good beer options on hand) when #2 made his arrival known. Plus, now it's the right season here in the PNW for lovely fruity cocktails, and dear hubby makes excellent margaritas. Sigh.
When these kids are older, I won't be pulling the "I was in 28 hours of labor with you" story, I'll be using the, "I gave up (most) alcohol for 9+ months for you!"