In the wake of Mrs. Parallel's recent medical issues, many of our friends and family who had RSVP'd for our son's seventh annual birthday bash (this year a week early due to Easter being so early) wondered if the party would be called off. Ha! Not a chance... Mrs. Parallel is a proper southern gal, therefore hospitality and entertaining is in her blood. She was incredulous when they suggested that it might be too much of a strain for her to carry on with the party plans, mostly because I'm doing a large chunk of the cooking this year even though crawfish are nearly as rare as ammo this season.
I'm about to get things set up for an overnight low and slow. On the menu is two roughly 8lb Boston butts; one dusted with dizzy dust and a traditional Southern BBQ sauce and the second a pseudo Cuban "mojo" butt. The party kicks off at 1:00 PM so I'll be looking to get the butts on the egg by about midnight.
Every time my elbow bends my mouth flies open.