Had some Fathers Day lunch, moved some tables, and then relaxed with some beerce and some slow cooked ribs. Threw these fuckers in, and 5 hours later they were done and Laura pulled into the driveway from a weekend in Windsor. Good times.
The beauty part of slow cooked ribs is being able to take cat naps.
Jeremy came into town on Sunday, so that always means patio beerce, tunes, and ribs.
Slow cooked these fuckers for a good 3 hours.
During the saucing phase of the ribs, I decided I wanted to try to do it over our fire pit to add some smokey flavour to it. Good lord was that a good plan.
