Tonight I was making BBQ ribs for dinner. Great rack of ribs bought at Costco, lots of meat. Great rack (now that is a guy compliment) Did the whole nine yards. Seasoned the ribs with my secret mix, put on the bbq, non direct 290F for 3 hours. Checked out the ribs and they were doing fine.
Mixed up my secret BBQ sauce and then made my mistake. Flipped the ribs onto direct heat for what I thought would be 2 minutes, but went back to the den to check my emails. Blaine sent me an note about the Boston Bruins team party with pictures including a picture of the bar tab.
I apparently got distracted……. Granted at $156,000 it was a huge tab, but with 40 people, maybe not so bad. Well anyway by the time I figured out that this was a typical evening for Paris Hilton and these guys deserved a special night,….. my ribs were burnt.
The flavour was great (due to my secret sauce) but the ribs were a bit crunchy. Pat complimented me on the flavour, but not my priority.
Lesson for all. Do not check emails when BBQing I blame my brother for this and fortunately Pat agrees.
Attached is the bar tab for the Boston Bruins which is my only defense. (check the price for the last bottle of champagne) And check the tip for the staff. I would go back to work for this kind of tip, assuming the players quit the evening at 11 pm so I could get to bed.
Click on to the picture to realize why you do not order drinks late in the evening.
July 12, 2011
rbellis11
Views From Paradise 
3 responses to “BBQ ribs (burnt)”
Blaine
July 13th, 2011 at 15:54
I can hardly be blamed for your derelection fo BBQ duty. You customarily have your stopwatch around your neck (complimenting your wfe beater shirt and socks and sandals attire) to prevent such oversights.
Speaking of the bar tab who was he poor shmuck that had the single Carona for $6 when everyone else is into 5 figures?
Patty
July 20th, 2011 at 08:04
I would like to register that I did not agree in placing the blame for the burnt ribs on Blaine … all he did was send you an email. The blame goes to the guy who chooses to distract himself when in the critical last stage of bbq-ing!
If only there was a do-over in cooking! But I guess there is … it’s called “next time”!
James Ellis
July 22nd, 2011 at 11:32
“…assuming the players quit the evening at 11 pm so I could get to bed. ”
If you check the bar tab, they quit at 2am. Sorry to deflate the dream.