My father keeps turning up here and insists on slow-cooking everything using my barbecue.
Senile, I suppose.
This weekend, Sir C was fussing over the readings from his multiple temperature gauges like an expectant mother. The end results were magnificent, though, I must say.
Not that there's anything wrong with rednecks and crackers and the like, of course.
No reason an African can't be a redneck, imo. He likes the low and slow barbecue cook, perhaps he also favours a pick up truck with a gun rack and the works of Lynyrd Skynyrd? I can't help feeling you're being a little racialistic.
This weekend, Sir C was fussing over the readings from his multiple temperature gauges like an expectant mother. The end results were magnificent, though, I must say.
Aw shucks, you're too kind. it was your rub that made it.
If only we could have coooked it for an hour longer and rested it for an additional hour...
No reason an African can't be a redneck, imo. He likes the low and slow barbecue cook, perhaps he also favours a pick up truck with a gun rack and the works of Lynyrd Skynyrd? I can't help feeling you're being a little racialistic.
Oh, I'm always doing that.
But "redneck" specifically refers to a certain sort. Redgunamos are a different matter entirely.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."