In my younger days, I would have stood in the rain. In the thunder. In the lightning. I would stand there proudly in front of my grill, cooking whatever meat that deserved to be slaughtered and sold for my consumption.
I have aged. I have mellowed. I have…softened. There’s no way in hell you will catch me during a storm in front of a electrical conductor cast from steel and hooked to a tank of very combustible propane. You will likely not catch me in front of a grill as it rains either. I’m simply not willing to make the sacrifice of personal comfort (I write this from my 74-degree living room, lit only by the glow of my laptop and the television across the room). And it’s not about grilling. This statement applies to all facets of my life, except parenting. I sacrificed my personal comfort when The Wife announced she was pregnant (and before you scoff, I’m very happy to sacrifice said comfort). That is about as far as I am willing to go in that department.
While it never did storm on Independence Day, it threatened and the radar was menacing. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught in a storm while slow-roasting 4 lbs. of pork ribs, so I decided to scrap cooking over fire for the hot air of my oven. I do own a stovetop smoker, but I wanted to give oven-roasting a try from start to finish. Continue reading Fourth of July Dinner: Oven-Roasted Ribs