Alan Bosch
TVWBB Fan
My five year old has been bugging me, for the last two weeks, to make some ribs. By all accounts, they're his favorites.
Watching the weather, I deceided to construct a shelter for my WSM using a tarp and two six-foot ladders. The forecast for Sunday was for rain and wind. Only the wind showed up but the lean-to worked well.
Friday night, after work, I hurried off to the local Barns and Nobel and picked up a copy of John Willingham's excellant book on BBQ. If you do not have a copy in your cookbook library, make the investment today. If nothing else, it's great bathroom reading.
Dan, my five-year-old, and I started to prep the ribs Saturday. I wanted to do something other than BRITU so I chose Willingham's recipe for our ribs. Dan helped mix up the spices for the rub and marinade, and later helped make the Sweet Sauce Willingham has in his book (with modifications). There was a little incident in the kitchen involving a gallon of cider vinigar, some ketchup, about a pound of garlic powder, and an angry three-year-old brother, but nothing a mop, a roll of paper towels, and a shower didn't fix.
To cut to the chase, the eight slabs of ribs went on the WSM Sunday morning about 10:30. I used cherry for the smoke wood and a about two-thirds of a ring of Kingsford. After tuning the ribs at the three hour mark, I just let them go until 3:00 pm, when I inserted a Polder probe into the thickest part of the ribs and got a reading of 183 degrees. They were pulled from the WSM, wrapped in foil and allowed to set for a spell. I cut up six of the eight slabs and served them with Willingham's Sweet sauce and some doctored KC Masterpiece slatherin' sauces on the side.
The origional six slabs were devoured and I cut up the remaining two, which were also gobbeled down in a hurry. There were, sadly, no leftovers.
All in all, a very successful cook. The Willingham ribs are, without question in my mind, the best. The inlaws and outlaws at the table liked them better than the BRITU's of previous cooks. If you haven't tried them, do yourself a favor - give'em a whirl. You will not be disappointed.
Peace. And good smokin'.
Out.
Alan Bosch
Watching the weather, I deceided to construct a shelter for my WSM using a tarp and two six-foot ladders. The forecast for Sunday was for rain and wind. Only the wind showed up but the lean-to worked well.
Friday night, after work, I hurried off to the local Barns and Nobel and picked up a copy of John Willingham's excellant book on BBQ. If you do not have a copy in your cookbook library, make the investment today. If nothing else, it's great bathroom reading.
Dan, my five-year-old, and I started to prep the ribs Saturday. I wanted to do something other than BRITU so I chose Willingham's recipe for our ribs. Dan helped mix up the spices for the rub and marinade, and later helped make the Sweet Sauce Willingham has in his book (with modifications). There was a little incident in the kitchen involving a gallon of cider vinigar, some ketchup, about a pound of garlic powder, and an angry three-year-old brother, but nothing a mop, a roll of paper towels, and a shower didn't fix.
To cut to the chase, the eight slabs of ribs went on the WSM Sunday morning about 10:30. I used cherry for the smoke wood and a about two-thirds of a ring of Kingsford. After tuning the ribs at the three hour mark, I just let them go until 3:00 pm, when I inserted a Polder probe into the thickest part of the ribs and got a reading of 183 degrees. They were pulled from the WSM, wrapped in foil and allowed to set for a spell. I cut up six of the eight slabs and served them with Willingham's Sweet sauce and some doctored KC Masterpiece slatherin' sauces on the side.
The origional six slabs were devoured and I cut up the remaining two, which were also gobbeled down in a hurry. There were, sadly, no leftovers.
All in all, a very successful cook. The Willingham ribs are, without question in my mind, the best. The inlaws and outlaws at the table liked them better than the BRITU's of previous cooks. If you haven't tried them, do yourself a favor - give'em a whirl. You will not be disappointed.
Peace. And good smokin'.
Out.
Alan Bosch