Posts Tagged ‘how to cook BBQ’

The Egg has been in little to no use mode recently.  But with three weeks off from work, I have major plans.  This first week provided time to implement my glorious cooking plans.

I started off with a rear quarter of a wild hog.  A buddy of mine got a whole hog, and we split it.  I cooked the front quarter, a few weeks ago, the deliciousness it provided was quite delicious.

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Saturday was the celebration of Baby Gurr’s second year upon us earthlings as a beard’s beard. Two years ago, my wife and I were blessed by the Grand Beard who bestowed upon us a little baby girl with blue eyes that rival the prettiest blue water in the world and eye lashes that make models cry in a fit of jealousy. Yesterday we celebrated with friends, family and real people babies.

I love to cook, mainly meat and mainly on the Big Green Egg. I got to do a lot of that yesterday. The Egg had meat on it for a continuous 27 hours.

If you have ever had churrins before, you should and probably know all to well how sickness is a part of everyday as meltdowns are. The last two days, Baby Gurr has had the rhea. She has been a damn trooper though. She has powered through and made that little rhea her B, yo.

I know I am a damn good looking fella. But my Baby Gurr is way more betterer at looking and being a little hottie than I am.

The rest of this will be photos of the day. Enjoy.

Put your hands on your hip, when I dip you dip, we dip.










Today, we have Baby Gurr’s birthday party. It is an exciting day. She is celebrating turning two years old. And this year, unlike last year, she has some real people friends coming over. I love parties.

Cooking is a joy of mine that I take joy in enjoying. Especially meat cooking. I own a Big Green Egg, the most awesomest cooking machine ever. Any time I get the opportunity to cook for people, I am all in. So, bbq is what my whole house smells like. If my wife would let me, I would open the back door and let all the glorious smell come in. But, she won’t so I don’t. Unless I cook when she is at work, then I’m in charge!

I cooked about about 40 plus pounds of bbq.


Ya’ll see, cooking pulled pork is a right of passage for bbq chefs. It is definitely not as difficult to cook as people try to make it sound. It’s quite easy as I explain in such an easy manner in this link to Rantings of an Amateur Chef Click Here.

We are having about 20 people over for this shin dig. Sara has been on my ass for about a month to get my damn hair cut and trim my beard. Now, this is how this process works. She starts telling me that my hair/beard is getting long and needs a’cuttin about once every month. Then it turns into every couple weeks, then once a week. Finally, when I get “you need to get your damn hair cut and trim your beard, it’s gross”, everyday I know I gotta get something done quick. I start getting the “I’m not gonna “”snuggle”” with you if you don’t get a haircut” and I know its threat level- For Damn Real!

Last night, I was getting all this bbq done and before Sara went to bed she asked, “are you going to shower tonight”. I say “yes”. Sara- “well you better shave, it’s Audrey’s birthday party.” I trimmed up my beard for my beautiful, wonderful wife and Baby Gurr.
I feel as though I trimmed too much, I am a little bummed. I hope I didn’t hurt the beard too much, I blamed it on Sara.


My wife knows I am not going to cut my beard off, ever. Not never ever. So she tolerates it and me. In return I must tolerate her intoleration, so that she will tolerate in a reciprocal manner.

Pictures of the birfsday party will come later, in another post.


No Shave Never