bradgreer
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I'm pretty sure I think about competition bbq way too much. I have started having bbq dreams. Not good dreams where I win the Jack or the Royal. Bad dreams where I can't find the turn in table or where my temps spike to over 2500 degrees and all of my meat melts and falls out of my smoker, or I can't find my bbq sauce so I try to make some out of peanut butter. :loco:
I wonder if this is the bbq equivalent of a "bad trip"?
I wonder if this is the bbq equivalent of a "bad trip"?