barbecue!

My parents sent us a BBQ for my birthday, but some parts were missing so we had to send it back. Our front patio area is looking niiiiiice at the moment though, we got some lanterns and wrought iron bistro furniture and stuff.

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I had 'cue at Turner Field last night when I went to the Braves game.

Man, I wish I had a BBQ, but Im never sure how polite it would be to BBQ on a balcony, when the smoke and smell would drift upstairs to my snooty anally clean neighbour.

GET IT STRAIGHT, FOOLS!!!

they're sweet potato fries!

GET IT STRAIGHT, FOOLS!!!

100% OTM. Grill whatever you want to grill, but if you're not smoking pork, don't call it barbecuing.

finally someone who realizes the mockery made of barbecue by people cooking hamburgers in the backyard!

Oh! In that case they look pretty damn yummy actually :D

Mmm... love that burnt meat.

(those burnt chops in my pic look horrible I might point out, I never did like the very aussie idea of charring your meat half to death. Ugh! I still like my steaks medium rare and cooked properly even on a bbq, dammit).

You come on down to the Texas Hill Country and say that.

BRISKET ROOLZ, OK!?

and it is also known as a barbeque to many, or perhaps even most, people in America. but not to devotees of barbecue, the cuisine, who are concentrated in the American South, but found worldwide

* sausages are the exception to this rule.

It's a strange incident and Halloween's just around the corner. The price will go up if I get the leg.

But after making money by charging adults $3 (£1.47) and children $1 (49p) to look inside the empty smoker, Mr Whisnant asked for it back.

He should switch to a "pay as many pounds as you feel is fair to look at this amputated leg" model.

it is so sweet knowing a dude at the local bbq joint who works the meat slicing station--epic smoked sausages, doubling my orders of brisket & pork, free ribs, large beans for the price of a small--i love u punk rocker nate at fette sau.

From the "Looks like I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue" Department, I chose the week of the local Railroad Festival to start cutting back on my meat consumption. But at least a dozen black churches in the food court have a pig + smoke genius working their pit, so I, uh, fell off the wagon. Having some 'cue nachos from Kyle's Chapel right now, got a half slab from Victory Temple for later this evening.

Learned how to make blackened chicken on the barbecue today--very suited to my wandering attention span.