I had two things I wanted to do on Father’s Day–play golf with my dad and try out the new smoker. The problem is, smoking and golf both take a long time. But dad got an early tee time and I figured five hours would be just enough to have dinner ready by six. Golf was the almost perfect part–I missed my first career ace by less than the width of the ball. 185 yards with a 6-iron on the 15th hole and I hit the edge of the cup on the fly, but it spun out to about 8 feet. (Sadly I missed the putt.) Still, it’s always great to play golf with my dad.
As for the smoker, well, that was pretty darn near perfect too. We got three slabs of ribs from Costco. I thought there were only two in the package, so when we opened them last night and saw how many ribs we had, we quickly called mom’s parents to join us for Father’s day dinner. Step one was to make the rub, which we did the day before.
Eat, Play, Love 