Revisited 7/3/14
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It all started so innocently. Just friends. And some exchange about food and blogging. Or maybe it was smokers and skill. That’s when it turned ugly.
My friend, Lyndi of NWAfoodie, dropped by to check out our lake house kitchen for a post she is planning. Yeah, uh huh.
Right. I now know she was just trying to scope out our awesome electric smoker made by Cookshack, Inc.. and probe me for my “special sauce” secret. Then, the gauntlet was thrown.
She used to be sweet and nice and lovely. People change.
Turkey burgers?? Are you kidding me? Talk about dry. Talk about overdone! For the most cherished of All-American holidays, of all things Stars and Stripes, a tribute to Old Glory and God Bless the U.S.A.?
Really Lyndi. Your Pilgrim forefathers would be ashamed. Where did you leave your patriotism?
In case you’ve forgotten, the turkey is NOT our national bird!
Then in comes Ms. Author and Publisher of all things hysterically funny, Lela of LelaDavidson, who gives new definition to the word “competitive.” She thinks she can take us both on.
Did I tell you that she used to be talented and gorgeous? She still is. Whether she was ever sweet and nice though is questionable.
I mean. Just gander at those eyes. There’s just something sinister lurking there, don’t cha agree?
Lela. Lela. Lela. You promised us brisket, but you didn’t deliver. Nope. Nada. You just called it that.
So what was a sweet, little, not too old grandmother like me to do? Well, hello! You just know what I did. I called in my secret weapons: Hubby and his Cookshack, that one he received as a birthday gift last year from his loving, generous, innocent wife of almost 44 years (hear that, Lela? see her post) and the Perfect Daughter and Perfect SIL. Yep, I sure did! I was not going to be out done by these two upstarts, pretenders in the kitchen, too big-for-their-own-britches juveniles!
I called in the forces, the master of the grill, the king of smoke: Hubby. Even though we’ve been married close to 44 years, might be tempted to give me up before sacrificing his Cookshack smoker. It’s that serious.
He smirked. He smiled. He laughed. “They might as well concede right now.” I’m pretty sure those were his exact words.
Gloves were donned; he was a man on a mission.
He smoked and he slathered on the super secret glaze (coming on Monday so my competitors won’t steal it).
And perfection was achieved!
VOTE TEAM ARNOLD (voting closed)
You know you want to!
Check back on Monday to discover our Super Secret Glaze. It’s just that good!
Discloser: I did not receive any compensation for this post. All opinions are mine. In my opinion, these ribs are definitely winners!
I HAVEN’T LAUGHED SO HEARD IN ALL MY LIFE!!!!
Oh Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, adorable, misguided Debbie.
GO TEAM FULTZ!
I have always been and am still sweet. Ask anyone.
You foodies are hardcore.
I totally should have posted pics of my Philly cheese steak sandwich leftovers.