Tag Archives: BBQ

World’s Manliest Restaurants

Check out Travel Channel tonight.  There’s only one I know about so far and that’s the Salt Lick in Driftwood, TX. Never been there but one year I entertained the Yankee side of the family with brisket, ribs and sausages Fed Ex’ed to upstate New York.

Nothing says “manly” like pit boss cooking. This is serious business.  Jim’s uncle created his own towable rig and babysits his briskets for 13 hours. That’s the Southern side, or Jim’s family.

I’m looking forward to seeing the other designees, as I’m sure my husband will want to try them out. Cheers, Dee

Spring Cleaning

The tulips are out, some of the trees have blossoms and my husband got his snow tires off this weekend. I’ll wait til next week, as it’s already snowed in June.

I was so excited this past week to see two regular farm markets open along with a new one. I got so crazed I bought a huge watermelon that took me nearly 1/2 hour to break down yesterday, and I’ve already given some to neighbors and sent husband Jim to work with more this morning.

Tomorrow I’ve plans to do some garage cleaning as it’s closing in on us. We only need to keep the boxes for such things as my Kitchenaid mixer we got nearly 9 years ago for our wedding. Its styrofoam inserts will protect it from any move and that box has been very useful.

We’re also starting on a new look for the blog, plus enhanced functionality for your benefit. If you’ve any ideas, recommendations please let me know.

Yesterday I made lovely lamb chops. I love my butchers but they serve a clientele, lets call it the NY strip and rack of lamb clientele. When I asked for lamb shoulder yesterday the one butcher nearly shuddered. See, summer people, ski people up here don’t cook. Ordering in pizza is about as complicated as it gets. Or maybe putting a steak on the grill.

Last week I bought lamb shoulder from the Wednesday farmers’ market and made spicy kofta kebabs with delicious side dishes that we ate for several days until the tzatziki’s garlic flavor had taken over the final 1/2 cup.

Yesterday we attended the first week of another famed market, Park Silly, and did not get to the farmers portion, well-away from the other goods and food and beer. We did hear an announcement for BBQ at a restaurant we had not attended, boasting a $10 lunch. So, instead of going to sit on the terrace at a local eatery with good local BBQ, we turned around and tried the new place.

It was a chic rooftop place with no-one there, beer list that went up to $28 per beer and their “BBQ” was burgers, hot dogs, and various kebabs (gyro, et al). Mine was enough for a small appetizer. We had to get Jim more food later.

Moral of the story: Don’t tell a Texas boy you have ‘que unless it’s real smoked brisket, ribs, sausage (that’s German TX near Austin) and if that brisket isn’t smoked at least 12 hours, forget it. We found that place a bait and switch and snooty operation. It’s fun to join the rest of the USA and much of the world in Spring! Even if we’re late to the party. Cheers, Dee

Serious Weather… in Paradise

We’ve had more cold than snow so far, our first winter out west, but that’s about to change later on today. We’re living in a townhome that is partially contiguous to one next-door neighbor who inadvertently started a flood yesterday that seriously damaged the interior and walls of two townhomes. We arrived home to find water dripping in front of both garages. I called the management company and e-mailed them, to no avail. Later on I called the Homeowners Association. The management company sent a couple of guys out to pour salt (a few hundred pounds) on the driveway and shovel. Then finally one of the hired hands/shovelers took out his cell phone and took a photo of the exterior damage and presto! The big dude was on the scene.

Apparently the heat was off or too low for safety. Most of our neighbors are not in residence except for a week or two per year. Our neighbor’s maid came in yesterday came in yesterday and it was freezing so she turned on the heat, which, later on, burst pipes that ruined the interiors of two expensive ski properties. We wish we’d had an emergency number to call, because it was several hours before anyone came to check on the problem. It is certainly not the maid’s fault that the owner didn’t have the heat high enough to prevent the bursting of pipes. Don’t worry about us. We keep it (too) warm in here and the hot tub, drained for summer and now filled and at 68 degrees, was maintained just yesterday. It’s just a reminder of how scary the weather can be out here.

I just finished checking on a couple of relatives and friends in the Northeast, where the Thruway is closed in part of NY State and conditions are terrible. Jim took my car a couple of days last week, in the snow and it was filthy so I had it washed today. Even though the washer fluid is full, it won’t spray, so I had to Windex the windshield and back window inside the unheated garage just to be able to see to drive it to the car wash! Yes, I always get the undercarriage wash, as we keep our cars for years and I know what road salt can do to a car.

On the plus side, we’ve read about this BBQ place and tried it last night, first BBQ since we left TX earlier this year! Jim had the brisket and I had a pulled pork sandwich with cole slaw. Yummy! We’ll be back! I should probably get some food before we’re snowed in here for a few days. Cheers, Dee

Texas

We packed up and moved to Texas 5 1.2 years ago, Jim’s birthplace and my first time here except for changing planes at DFW over the years. I started a Texas Journal to email friends and relatives and kept it up for six months or so.

Who knows where we’ll end up in the next few weeks, I may have to a Farewell to Texas party. Right now the Trail Riders are living right below us overnight, preparing themselves and their horses and wagons for the Rodeo Parade in the morning. We may walk over there as they’re closing our street.

I don’t remember if I told you this but as we drove to Texas, a 24-hour trip from fire-ravaged and smoke-laden SoCal, we lucked out and had three days to do it. The last day was a Sunday and Jim started work first thing Monday morning so I drove the final eight hours. It was the first day of deer season, and we stopped at a restaurant and half the folks were just coming in from church and the other half were wearing camo. Jim said the deer get pretty jumpy (with all the gunshots I would too) so I was extra vigilant driving, especially when he was sleeping in the passenger seat.

We finally left I-10 which we had been on forever and headed down 290 towards Austin. Jim awakened and said I looked much more relaxed than I’d been. I showed him the “ranchettes” we were passing, near Fredericksburg and Pedernales (LBJ country) and the wire fences and was happy. That’s when he told me that a fence of that height is merely a suggestion for a deer, who can easily clear ten feet. As you can see we made it, but he scared the heck out of me!

I wanted to tell you a story of TX BBQ. Our first year in Austin we flew to upstate NY to visit my aunts and I ordered a traditional Texas meal from the Salt Lick south of Austin, sent by Fed Ex. I believe we spent more for shipping than for the food. We had tons of food, the aunts froze some of it and ate it over several months.

A couple of years later Jim decided we could ship our own. Leave it to Jim. [Note: I’m writing this because I just read an article on Slate (www.slate.com) on shipping human blood.] We bought a cheap cooler. Jim drilled four holes in the top for gases to escape. I went to Luling City BBQ to pick up brisket, ribs and sausage for a good price. The night before we left for the airport, he went out to buy 10 lbs of dry ice, packed it up using leather gloves and we sealed and placed on it every sticker needed and not, for hazmat purposes.

That night we were 2# overweight but Jim said the ice would melt (I believe dry ice is about 140 degrees below zero) and the gases vent through the top of the cooler, so when the airline ticket counter person asked what was in the cooler Jim gave him a physics briefing on the rate at which dry ice sublimates. He was so bored with the explanation he passed the cooler right through. And we had great BBQ and every time the aunts ate it, we got an update on what they served with it.

That’s a long way to say that we’d miss Texas not only for the realy BBQ brisket, ribs and sausages but mostly family and friends. I thought I’d really hate it and did when I sold my car to get here and Jim was working 30 miles away and I had no transportation anywhere. So we got a puppy and I had to take her out eight times a day and that and cooking and bills kept me busy.

Job market seems to be coalescing for us, knock wood. I think over the next week or two we’ll have solid offers and choose our destination, which may be right here at home! Having the “Human Tornado” underfoot 24/7 is wonderful for a week or so but it’ll be nice to have him out the door and brain-challenged once again.

I must say a word or two about the BBQ of Jim’s maternal Uncle Bobby. He has a custom rig on a trailer and smokes his briskets 13 hours, babysitting them. He makes fantastic food. We did some research a few years ago about BBQ rubs and most competition chefs won’t divulge their secrets for anything. I read elsewhere than many use MSG to enhance flavor and even Chinese restaurants don’t use that in the US anymore. I use an all-purpose rub and add here and there, and since I don’t have a smoker or ability to use one, living on the 4th floor, I use the Alton Brown oven method, which is tasty.

Keep on cooking! Have a great weekend. Cheers! Dee