The Big Apple BBQ was this weekend, and I can't believe I ate the whole thing. We got there at 11 a.m. and they don't even start serving until noon. That's not the amazing thing. The amazing thing is that we weren't anywhere near first in line. I tried four different sandwiches (I swear I shared them all with my friend, though the boy didn't). My favorite was Ed Mitchell's Whole Hog. We watched them haul entire hogs into the tent, tear them apart, mix the meat with salt, cider vinegar and mysterious spices, all while Ed Mitchell himself had his hands in it up to his elbows (he was wearing wicked black rubber gloves) and mixed like crazy. Later there was a sausage-and-brisket sandwich, ribs, and pulled pork.
It's not up yet, but I'm sure Joe will write a more extensive account of the BBQ soon.
I got exactly zero writing done this weekend. BBQ+cleaning because my parents coming next weekend and the landlord is showing our apartment this week+planning a move to the other side of the country in 6 weeks+a pity dinner with the gang because Iran lost to Mexico in the world cup=zero writing.
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