Ah, the smell of summer...

you know: wood burning smokers, barbecue grills, all those fire burning monstrosities of packaged testosterone that our men love so much. Mike is trying his hand tomorrow at smoking ribs for the first time, so of course we had to do hours of research yesterday on just the right way to do it, and just the right rub to use, and just the right sides to go with it. This ought to be interesting. In all fairness though, the brisket he made last weekend, the one he stressed over for a good month or more before making, did turn out to be quite tasty. Ah, men and their barbecues.