My father-in-law, Duane, is a master backyard chef -- the term "barbecuist" doesn't quite do it justice, hence the title chef. He slow cooks ribs for days at a time and has been known to wake up at ungodly hours just to check the fire. He is a good, good man.
And so as a tribute to backyard chefs everywhere -- and really, nothing says independence like carnitas, right? -- the SD is venturing around the country to find the best in 4th of July family cooking. Because on this Independence Day, the last thing I want to think about is the guy in charge of keeping it.
So please, this year, put the children in the Pack-and-Play. Bring grandma over to babysit. Pour a big glass of Zin. And bring on the ribs.
Just by saying BBQ Tienna Knits has my attention. Mmmm.
Damaged Girl sticks up for America. Tomorrow is not the day we kill turkeys. (But I can't wait for that either.)
Lonestar Concerto really puts a damper on my enthusiasm.
But it doesn't matter. Soon enough, I'll be elbow deep in a pile of ribs and thinking, "Isn't America great?"
