Drinking and cooking

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What's today's go to?
I've settled in on tequila and lemonade. It's a volume over quality thing, I'm not sure I need that much salt ;). On the smoker today, it's a pork butt. I like to finish it with a thin sauce, primarily Louisiana hot sauce and cider vinegar, a KC style sauce on the side.

Just about went the fast and always good burgers and brats. Seemed like a good day to stay lazy and nurse a drink and smoker.
 
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What's today's go to?
I've settled in on tequila and lemonade. It's a volume over quality thing, I'm not sure I need that much salt ;). On the smoker today, it's a pork butt. I like to finish it with a thin sauce, primarily Louisiana hot sauce and cider vinegar, a KC style sauce on the side.

Just about went the fast and always good burgers and brats. Seemed like a good day to stay lazy and nurse a drink and smoker.
 
The deed is finally done. Misread the thermostat and let it go 5 hours 50 degrees to slow. So hear I sit like a poisoned pup. When the swelling goes down it'll be time for bed.
 
One should never drink and cook. Learned that from my dear old grandma. See, grandma didn't "imbibe", but she enjoyed sipping on the cooking wine while preparing a meal. We could tell when she was sipping 'cause she would start singing. Or at least that's what she called it. Well, me and cousin Mel made a midnight acquisition of a bottle of a neighbors home brew wine. We knew that this stuff was a real sock-knocker, as we had observed the results on several occasions. The night before the 4th, our family gathered at grandmas anticipating a great home made meal with desserts the next day. Me and cousin Mel snuck into grandmas private stash of cooking wine that night, poured it down the drain, and poured the home brew in it's place. Next day, we hid in the dining room for a front row seat. Grandma started cooking, took her first sip, looked at the bottle kinda funny, and took another. Before long she was belting out "you ain't nothin but a hound dog" at the top of her lungs! Then we heard an awful crash. The folks all came running, me and Mel headed for the north 40 at a dead run. We heard later grandma was butt first in the garbage can with her face in the peach cobbler makings! And still trying to sing!! After that she swore off imbibing with the cooking wine, as well as the singing, to every one's relief. Me and Mel never confessed, although there was suspicion!

From Joey's Book of Tall Tales
 
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To borrow from Michaleen Oge Flynn: when I drink whisky, I drink whisky; when I cook, I cook.
 
Well, you are right... a true margarita is not just tequila but also triple sec .... so your faux margarita was not as strong.... but still, from past experience that cactus juice will get you in trouble if you aren't careful.
 

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