Welcome to the 16th day of May. Mid May. A day filled with possibilities. On the National front, there are nine different celebrations to choose from. It would be impossible to bring all these celebrations together for one massive party. I mean, how can you celebrate National Barbecue Day, Piercing Day and Sea Monkey Day with a single event?Continue reading “Rand Creek, Neighbors and Camp Fires”
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. In the past, a number of my Father’s Day posts have been complete menus – from the appetizers to the desserts – all favorites with the menfolk. This year, tomorrow’s post is going to be a bit different, especially for me.Continue reading “Father’s Day Oven-Grill Country Ribs”
I can think of a host of reasons to be bummed during this Pandemic Isolation. I miss all the weekend fairs and festivals, especially the little Farmer’s Markets and Antique Street Fairs. I miss walking about up in the foothills, exploring all the quaint little mining communities. I miss wine tasting and the fellowship of Sunday Mass.
On the outskirts of Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin stood the Golden Eagle Tavern. The bar itself was small, with living quarters on one side and a separate building on the other side that made and sold the most amazing barbecue sandwiches. The location was perfect – right along the highway between Wisconsin Rapids and Steven’s Point. On any given day, travelers along the picturesque wooded state route would pull off the road and mosey on up to the rustic log establishment to order some of the best barbecue around. What set the Golden Eagle Tavern and Grill apart was their barbecue sauce.
It was not my plan to post a recipe this late in the day. It was not my plan to share this recipe at all. It was not my plan to use this recipe for my ribs. I was going to make our usual ribs – slow baked for a few hours, then finished off over an open fire on the grill. Yeah, that was the plan. But Mother Nature had other plans. From out of nowhere, a cold front moved in. The sky turned dark as night. Streaks of lightening lit up an angry sky. Thunder boomed – rattling the windows. In a matter of minutes, the temperature dropped fifteen degrees. The clouds opened up and hail pelted the ground. Hubby and I looked at each other – no firing up the charcoal grill today. The last thing either of us wanted was for Hubby to be standing in a pool of water with long-handled barbecue tongs in his hand. Bad combination with a lightening storm.