I went to the best BBQ Joint around and bought the largest spread I could carry. It was on a huge circular tray with every kind of meat imaginable. It even had a huge pile of burnt ends that tasted like delicious rib meat for sure. Did I tell you I love beef ribs?
There were juices almost running over the sides of the tray. I had to be very careful not to tilt it and spill it. Perhaps not the best way to package that kind of a spread for transport. I think that’s the way they bring it to the table to serve family style.
Anyway when I got out to the pickup I had to balance the tray up in the side of the pickup bed while I ran the passenger seat back to make room to set it. I had considered what a bad idea that was to set it up there like that, but low and behold as I turned to retrieve it, it was still just as I had left it.
I carefully put it in the floor, that’s what those WeatherTech floor mats are good for. If a little juice spilled, no big deal, at least I’d have a nice smokey smell for a few days.
I’m still not sure why I decided to buy it so far ahead of the actual Super Bowl. It just doesn’t make sense.
When I got home I forgot to bring it in the house. Do you have any idea what it felt like to realize I had left that BBQ out in my truck from Thursday until Sunday? Besides it being over $300 worth of meat gone to waste, I had to drive all the way back to the BBQ place to get another tray.
What was really embarrassing, when I walked up to the pit, the pit master reminded me I had left without paying for the first batch, so he demanded that I put all the money on the table right then and there before he would sell me more. I couldn’t argue with him, because I realized in my exuberance to get on the road I had forgotten to pay.
But there is a real lesson in all this. When you have a dream about BBQ, be sure it’s a good one. I was sitting in the hot tub with it 27° degrees this morning, soaking up the 104° water when I started recollecting my wonderful dream from last night.
Happy Super Bowl Sunday