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My Dad used to say I would forget my head if it wasn't attached. That's still the case sometimes. Last week Wilma bought a couple of picnic roasts because they were on sale. I cooked them here and transpoted them FTC to my Mom's house for pulled pork sammies. I shredded the roasts at Mom's and forgot that when you FTC, you effectivly are steaming the bark. The skin WAS crispy at my house, but was rubbery by the time I got to Mom's. I took the skin off and planned to toss 'em into the oven. Fate stepped in and while I was in the head, Mom's dog got on the table and into the skin. I hate that rat! Good thing I put the pulled pork on the counter! Forgot the camera at home, so no finishing pix. Sorry!
A couple of days ago, I put my mini on the floor and Elaine, my 4 year old daughter, helped me grill some dogs. She did a great job! I taught her about burping and she thought that was hilarious! She's burping the Egg in one of these pix. Its not worth a plating picture because they were served no bun with a small puddle of mustard. Thank you Atkins diet!
Thanks for looking.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit!