I can honestly say that I make some pretty good ribs. My friends and family ask me to make them all the time. But I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
My brother-in-law calls me yesterday needing backup for a BBQ competition that will drag my sorry arse out of bed at o-dark-I-haven’t-woken-up-this-early-since-the-Army. One team, two pit-masters… I may be in over my head this time.