Another Rib Off Victory

I now have three signatures on my chefs hat. I got each of them for someone that I defeated in a one on one Rib cook off. My latest victory came Saturday night over my best friend Brock Purslow. His ribs were good, mine were better. I would love to tell everyone how I do my ribs, but at this point in my career I can't give away my secrets. I am considering taking my show on the road. Hitting some of the smaller county fairs around this great state of ours. All along the way picking up Blue Ribbon after Blue Ribbon. I will sustain myself on a consistant diet of roasted corn, turkey legs and funnel cakes. Being a rib man is like being a drug dealer...never use your own stash. I may pull a few of my own teeth out so I look like I belong. People have asked my if I do brisket. I always say, "Did people ask Mozart if he could paint? Or, did anyone ask Neil Armstrong if he was a great diver?" The answer is no, I believe in staying with your strengths, and my strength is the rib. I am a rib guy. When people think of me I hope they think of ribs. This is the one thing I will pass on to my son (if I ever have one) All good dads should pass on one thing, mine will be the rib. For reasons I do not wish to discuss, I would not share my rib secrets with a daughter. I would share something else with her, but not ribs. Hopefully, she would have enough brains to marry a man that can make good ribs. Go ahead call me a sexist pig. I am one, we all are, I am just willing to admit it. Its a mans job to prepare the ribs for the family. The best part of doing the ribs, or anything else on the grill is that you get ALL the credit for the meal. Sure someone else may have prepared everything else for the meal, but it is the person that takes the meat off the grill/smoker that gets all the credit, as it should be.

Sandy