So I was saying…
Almost a year and a half between entries, and it’s still not the least frequently updated blog out there. Yippee.
So, where have I been? I’ve been visiting the land of none of your damned business, that’s where I’ve been. Actually, I think I just got bored. Or burned out. Bored with barbecue, maybe. A little bit. That rarely happens, though, because I fart around a lot. “Fart around,” by the way, means trying new stuff, like Mexican pastor pork or grilling chops breaded with Froot Loops. The pastor worked, although mine still isn’t even in the same league as what they serve at El Camino Real in KCK. What I’m lacking, I think, is the big upright spit to cook it on (like they do with gyros), and I haven’t tried slicing the pork pencil thin (remind me to bitch about “pencil width” slices of brisket again soon) and layering it with slices of fresh pineapple. And I’m not a four-foot-tall Mexican grandmother making tortillas by hand. That’d make a big difference, I think.
The Froot Loops never did work so well.