Dan's Shindig
Once again I'm on a technological path of destruction with the loss of both my NEW digital camera and my laptop to malfunctions. Yet, as if by magic, here are a few images of Dan's shindig last weekend.
Here's a group chowing down on crabs the first evening while everyone was still fresh. It's been a bad year for crabs and I was pleasantly surprised see them on the menu! But, Dan and Barbara, being the perfect hosts, managed to scratch up a couple of bushels of steamed Jimmies.
If you don't believe it was hotter than a $3 pistol on the Fourth of July (90+°F and 90+ RH with almost no breeze) just ask Kevin, Dan's fine young pitmaster. That's a hunk of deep fried alligator in his hand.
And, speaking of pits, here's Dan's big cooker, Old 97. You could cook every critter on the whole farm at one time in this baby.
Dan points out the fuel-injected, turbo-charged power plant in the 1937 Ford pickup that he's reconstructing to pull Old 97 around town.
I was so busy grazing and jaw-boning that I forgot to photograph most of the food, but here's one the CFO made of the beef shoulder clod just out of the pit.
This is my barbecue soul mate, Bob in Ga, who I met in person for the first time ever. We agree on almost everything barbecue except, of course, which joint makes the best pulled pork. Then again, such disagreements are just part of the fun of barbecue.
And, here's some of the others in a farewell photograph made in front of the "Something Different Country Store and Deli".
The air conditioning in the Jeep felt might good as we passed over the Potomac River on the US-301 bridge during the drive back to Baltimore.
Here's a group chowing down on crabs the first evening while everyone was still fresh. It's been a bad year for crabs and I was pleasantly surprised see them on the menu! But, Dan and Barbara, being the perfect hosts, managed to scratch up a couple of bushels of steamed Jimmies.
If you don't believe it was hotter than a $3 pistol on the Fourth of July (90+°F and 90+ RH with almost no breeze) just ask Kevin, Dan's fine young pitmaster. That's a hunk of deep fried alligator in his hand.
And, speaking of pits, here's Dan's big cooker, Old 97. You could cook every critter on the whole farm at one time in this baby.
Dan points out the fuel-injected, turbo-charged power plant in the 1937 Ford pickup that he's reconstructing to pull Old 97 around town.
I was so busy grazing and jaw-boning that I forgot to photograph most of the food, but here's one the CFO made of the beef shoulder clod just out of the pit.
This is my barbecue soul mate, Bob in Ga, who I met in person for the first time ever. We agree on almost everything barbecue except, of course, which joint makes the best pulled pork. Then again, such disagreements are just part of the fun of barbecue.
And, here's some of the others in a farewell photograph made in front of the "Something Different Country Store and Deli".
The air conditioning in the Jeep felt might good as we passed over the Potomac River on the US-301 bridge during the drive back to Baltimore.
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