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laurelin_kitSo I'm home with my parents for the weekend to work on my Projects and we go out to eat at Charlie and Jake's barbecue, and while we're eating I wax poetic about my dream of going to a barbecue festival and grazing on barbecue all day and then getting rolled out like Violet Beauregarde. But then my dad mentions that there's some upcoming barbecue/grilling festival that one of the guys that rents space in his storage yard is going to. Apparently you pay some registration fee and get to use a Big Green Egg and then when you go home the egg goes home with you.
Let me repeat - this several hundred dollar barbecue giant follows you home. So I get all excited, I'm thinking holy shit, I could totally enter, what would I make, I think smoked turkey and pulled pork, maybe I'll get to make some sort of punch, grill some vegetables. I can add barbecue champion to my resume!
And I get home and the festival is set during my vacation to LA. So I guess that just gives me time to prepare for next year.
(THERE IS ALSO AN IRON CHEF GRILLING COMPETITION.)
Let me repeat - this several hundred dollar barbecue giant follows you home. So I get all excited, I'm thinking holy shit, I could totally enter, what would I make, I think smoked turkey and pulled pork, maybe I'll get to make some sort of punch, grill some vegetables. I can add barbecue champion to my resume!
And I get home and the festival is set during my vacation to LA. So I guess that just gives me time to prepare for next year.
(THERE IS ALSO AN IRON CHEF GRILLING COMPETITION.)
