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We fixed loin back ribs last night that turned out heavenly and I wanted to share our methods with the forum. First I brought a large kettle of water to a gentle rolling boil and placed the ribs in for 50 minutes. Next I slathered the ribs with some Kraft BBQ sauce which I ammended with a large dose of liquid smoke. I then foiled them and placed them in the oven at 325 for 1 1/2 hours. I finished them on the grill for five minutes per side. Because of the liquid smoke I didn't even need wood or my CS. They were outstanding. What do the rest of you think about this method?

Bill
April 1
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Yo' DrB

Secretly I've been trying that method myself for my competitions. I've found, if I add the liquid smoke to the boiling water, it really gives a great aroma.

Another secret I use is that I add a little mayo before I put the rub on.

The may really helps give it a smoke ring.

Russ
Hey, I have a recipe for some really "perky" bbq sauce that would compliment these methods if you'd want it! It calls for a quart of vinegar, a 4 oz can of pepper and a bottle of tabasco among other things. I promise it will put a spring in your step, a burn in your gullet, and bring tears to your eyes. I am more than willing to pass on this treasured recipe!

Enjoy the day!
Kate
Well, Seeing as how I have three kevlar lined jars of it sitting on my pantry shelf (can you believe I actually made the stuff, seriously!) I can test out the theory that it will Cook meat! I put some down the kitchen sink when I had a clog and it cleared right up! Powerful stuff. I suspect that a glass eye might even take on a new sparkle with this infamous concotion! I am sure it will take the rust off your bumper (note the inuendo). Yet again, I offer up the recipe free of charge, but only to my fellow April Fools! Seriously, I made this lethal stuff!

Smiling Kate Wink
You guys work way to hard at this.

What I've been doing is going to McDonalds and buying a case of McRibs at a time. They are precooked and everything.

All you need to do is slather on the liquid smoke & catsup and pop them in the toaster oven for that award winning taste that has eluded you all for all these years.
Makes me hungry for an old favorite! Moose Turd Pie!
Just in case you haven't heard the story, and sorry it is so long.

The cowboys had been out on the trail with the herd for two weeks already and Wishbone's cooking was beginning to wear a little thin. The grumbling about his bad food was approaching mutiny status.

Having had enough of everyone's pissing and moaning, the trail boss decided to do something about the situation. He ruled that all of the cowboys would draw straws and that whoever came up short would have to replace Wishbone as the company cook. But there was one caveat. Anyone who thereafter complained about the new chef's cooking would have to take over the job himself.

The poor cowhand who lost the draw began his first day as the new cook by throwing together the worst meal he could think of. He wanted someone to complain right away so that he could get off this terrible assignment. Unfortunately for him, no one complained that first evening. Everyone just choked down their food in silence.

This went on for several days as the new cook deliberately made the meals worse and worse every day. But still, no one complained. No one dared to gripe about the food because they knew they would have to immediately take over the cooking.

After five days the new cook waited until all the hands were well out of sight as they hit the trail early the next morning. With bucket in hand, he went out on the prairie and started picking up moose turds. That evening, at the next camp, he baked a beautiful pie -- the filling of which was a pudding made from his collection of moose turds.

After an especially bad dinner of burnt meat, moldy bread and weak coffee, the new chef brought out his pie. Still, no one said a word about how bad it was. In silence they all choked down the pie, some of them holding their noses, others almost throwing up. Again, no one complained.

But one cowpoke had simply gotten to the point where he couldn't take the punishment any longer. In a fit of rage he stood up, threw his pie plate to the ground and shouted, "Goddammit, you can't fool me! I know what this is! This here's moose turd pie!"

Dead silence.: GOOD THOUGH!
Razzer
Kate

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