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.
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...