Bar - be - que

Wait a second. I didn't marry a BBQ cookin' redneck. I married a preppy golfer boy who lives in khakis and polos.

Seems as if Shorty has found a new interest. Seems as if Shorty is going to enter a BBQ cook off here in the great state of Texas.

The contest is in February. Shorty is practicing this weekend.

And I get to be the judge. You know....since I am such a BBQ connoisseur.
So here he is...inspecting the metal contraption that will indeed consume his entire weekend and most of this evening.

This metal contraption will also produce some fine tasting BBQ chow.

Brisket, ribs, and chicken. All on the menu.

Think I may have to wear my cowboy hat tonight. Straw or felt? Hmmm....decisions decisions.

Stay tuned to hear stories of Shorty's adventures in practice this weekend.

Mmm Mmmm good.