Man, my camera was so sticky.
Nothing grilled, nothing gained as they say. Five years after Pete Watson and his wife Lara gave us a Weber kettle grill for a wedding gift we finally made ribs on it. What idiots we were to deny ourselves the pleasures of grilling ribs on charcoal for sheer procrastination.
But we have gained, oh yes, we have gained. Sticky fingers, kind of sexy, smoky smelling hair and the most envious aroma of deliciousness coming from any backyard in the neighborhood. If only I had begun the process in the early afternoon as I declared I would, we could have actually had the ribs for dinner rather than the cold pizza we half-heartedly choked down waiting until the ribs were fall-off-the-bone tender at 11pm.
Here is our talented little grill pre-show.
The kettle potential.
And then I bought myself some apple wood chips and though I could not get a coal chimney (sold out) I got some quick burning coal starter things which were quite effective as long I did not let my thought wander to the substances that made them so quick-burning.
My indirect heat set-up is almost ready.
I have the coals on one side and a drip-pan filled with water on the right. I put a stainless steel box of soaked applewood chips on the coals just before I added the top grate and the the lid.
Ribs: rubbed, rested and ready.
Two racks of baby back ribs, about 2 lbs each. I put a dry rub on them and left them for an hour at room temperature. The rub had sweet paprika, onion powder, garlic powder, dry mustard, celery seed, fresh back pepper and chili powder. The recipe (BBQ Back ribs with Sweet and Sticky Sauce) came from the Saveur BBQ Issue (I know, what else, right? I will branch out one day but once again not only were the magazine’s recipes lipsmacking but the stories of BBQ, coleslaw, baked beans, coals, tradition and rivalry were addicitive too!)
And while the ribs cooked between 225 F-250 F over 3 hrs ( I actually found it hard to keep the heat below 300 F even adjusting the vents as much as I could) I made the sauce. Honey, apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, worcestershire, hot sauce, cloves……MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMessy.
Served with coleslaw and napkins.
And finally at 11pm, with the grill lit from the soft glow coming through the back door of the kitchen, I was able to pull off shreds of the crispy rib-ends that were slowly caramelizing from their recent basting in sticky sauce. And I ate them greedily, slightly out of site of my husband before he next opened the door to ask, “are they done yet?”. And they were good. Sigh with pleasure good.
Like Angelina Jolie, I am now a Pitt master.
And that’s why I want to thank you Pete Watson.
cheese and toast 