Last weekend brought together the cousin offspring of the immediate mothers and fathers
on both sides of my family.
Not precisely everybody - but most everybody. This tradition began about the time we finally all found ourselves to be orphans. There was some trash-talking about rib grilling prowess at Christmastime and this eventually led to a rib competition that generally is held in northeast Wisconsin during August. I do not own or generally use a gas-fired grill but these turned-out rather nicely. My ribs - slathered in a tangy Carolina sauce....
Thursday, August 29, 2019
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