Smoking Ribs In My Backyard An Epulaeryu For Nancy
A rack of ribs bathed in smoke,
Rubbed with lots of spice
Tender meat falls off the bones
Juice runs down your arm
There’s no need for sauce
Hickory
Wood!
I should clear up the confusion. This is for a friend of mine, Nancy, who has asked me to smoke ribs for her birthday this weekend. It's a 7 to 8 hour process.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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