My brother-in-law requested the menu for this week's cook. After listening to what I know how to 'Que, he said, "I'll take one of everything."
My wife, Jenny, won't allow me to make "one of everything," but we did settle on a menu that included IBTs (Italian Buffalo Turds). Some people refer to these as jalapeno "poppers," but poppers makes them sound cheap. IBTs have so many different layers of flavor, that the profile goes far beyond "poppers."
Next, we went with Brown Sugar Bourbon Pork Skewers. We don't have photos, unfortunately because darkness had set in, and they didn't last that long, anyway. :)
This morning we went with a "breakfast fatty." Basically, take Jimmy Dean Maple breakfast sausage, and roll it flat into a square (I'll give details in a later cook). I think the photos will speak for themselves.
Tonight, I will spatchcock three chickens, use a wet rub to inject BBQ goodness, and smoke for 2-3 hours until done.
Enough talking....on with the food!
Item 1: IBT
The finished product always has a bit of "wow" factor to it. I made 48 of these beauties. I ran out of the ham and had to finish with pepperonis, but they turned out fantastic. I treated folks around my camper neighborhood, but my BIL manages to pack away 13 the first night and has samples some for breakfast this morning.
Item 2: Pork Skewers
Sorry, no graphic depictions of dead animals.
Item 3: Breakfast Fatty
I'll post more on this later (I have to prep the chicken for tonight's supper).
Item 4: Simply Marvelous Spatchcocked Chicken
The final item for our weekend does not seem to have the same "wow" factor of IBTs, ABTs, or a breakfast fatty. I think that is a shame. When done right, yardbirds taste fantastic. I made two wet rubs. One consisted of SM Sweet Seduction mixed with olive oil, a splash of water, and a tinch of basalmic vinegar. That went under the skin of two of the birds. Tossed each in a gallon ziplock, pouring any extra rub over the top. The third bird had SM Sweet and Spicy, also with oil, water, and basalmic. The results? My BIL took one bite and declared, "Dude! That's not chicken." Mission accomplished this weekend.
Two "dead" plates of food.