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Linda's Corner
It is Friday night and Brian and I are suppose to be in Kansas City Missouri at the Cabela’s Invitational. I should be all cozy on my cot and The BBQ Guy should have the fired stoked and the Port and Brisket in the cookers. The alarm should be set to wake him up in about an hour to check on the meat. We would have seen family and our BBQ friends and have strategized about what tomorrow would bring.
It was the first invitational that The BBQ Guy Cooking team had ever qualified for and we had been planning since June to attend We had asked for extra days to spend with family and once again were excited because we were going to have a team that consisted of more than the BBQ Guy and the BBQ Wife. Just with the BBQ Guy’s parents and siblings we had 8 then you add significant others and a niece and nephews and we more than a team we had a crew.
After Katrina hit the Gulf Coast and the gas prices soared we put off telling our family in Missouri whether we were canceling the trip. We knew that with gas over $3 that our budget could not handle the trip without the use of plastic and would require luck that there was gas to go around. Gas prices eased a bit, but the more we watched and the more we heard (our brother in law was there as a first responder) we knew we had to cancel. When I saw people standing in line for gas and they could only get 5 gallons I felt guilty thinking how much we would use for the trip.
This decision was right for us, but I have to say I have been in a crappy mood all day wishing I was in Missouri. Who knew I liked BBQ as much as The BBQ Guy!!! Who knew I would miss sleeping in the back of the BBQ trailer!!!
Thanks to Cabela's for the invitation. We enjoyed the Dundee Michigan Cook-off and appreciated their support of BBQ in Michigan. We hope they will decide to continue in 2006.
It has come to my attention that I forgot the update from the last cook-off so here you go.
Our August cook-off was the Ribberfest in Madison Indiana. The BBQ Guy swears it is the hottest he has ever been at a cook-off. Hey all you Florida friends, do you think he has gotten soft being away from the Sunshine State? Beside the heat which no one in Madison could control the event was GRADE A. The shear fact that I had an option other than a port a pottie and that I got a shower on Saturday at the city pool (not actually in the pool) made it the best contest of the year for me. The few other wives that spent the night on site were as happy as I was with our pool showers. It takes so little to please the BBQ wife.
We started out Thursday night heading south. The BBQ Guy was in a bit of a tizzy, didn’t think we got on the road quick enough. Remember last month and the Dr. Pepper incident? This month he opened the back of the Explorer and dropped MY Diet Dr. Pepper’s (none of the juice getting on him or the car makes the whole incident suspect). Although, he swears it was an accident. So what do you believe an accident or not?
When we drive part of the way to a cook-off on Thursday night I always have this hope that the wife could sleep a little later on Friday, but I am always disappointed when I hear the wake up call for 5:30am. This time The BBQ Guy in all his excitement forgot that Madison is on Central Time so we arrived at the cook-off 2 hours prior to check in. My husband, like my father, believes that if you are on time you are actually late.
The cook-off location was beautiful right on the Ohio River. I could stand on the tailgate of the trailer and watch barges and boats go up and down the river. If it hadn’t been so horribly hot I might have done more of it.
The BBQ Guy was worn out and for the first time said we had to stop on the way back to Michigan. Of course when you want a hotel room they are all full and as I saw the cook losing his zip I pulled out the trusty cell phone and as we traveled down or up the interstate called the Clarion Hotel and told them to find me a room. I even told the operator I didn’t care how much I paid; the BBQ Guy was so tired he didn’t even flinch. Let me tell you this customer service rep didn’t try to upsell me at all, in fact we ended up at an Econo Lodge. Under normal circumstances this would not have been the wife’s choice, but although it was old and had a tub that I am sure was installed in the 50’s when it was called a “Motor Inn”, the room was clean and quiet. Lesson learned that outside appearances aren’t everything.
My last thought really has nothing to do with anything but it made me laugh. I realized I was a barbecuer’s wife, when I looked in my make-up bag and found a meat thermometer. Now how do you suppose that happened??
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