Just had something to add to this thread happen this weekend. I was asked by a friend if I could cook three briskets for her sons graduation, and that she wanted to pay me. No probs! I get there planning on being the only meat provider, but soon learn the husband is doing a couple racks of ribs, some sausages, and some corn on the cob. He's got a pretty BIG gas grill, bigger than my old Genesis was. Already see the two racks of ribs wrapped in foil. He shows me an old homemade smoker that needs some repair before he can use it, and I am thinking, okay, he knows what he is doing.
I might be there an hour and he takes the ribs off the grill and goes inside. I don't know how long they were on before I got there, so I think that he timed them just right. He makes a quick return with the sausages, precooked style, just need reheating, and puts those on the top grate. A couple mins later, I go inside to use the restroom and he is hacking through these ribs. He either has the dullest knife in the world, or this ribs are not done. I go back outside, and a couple mins later he reappears, ribs on a tray, going back on the grill. Barely gets them back on the grill as it's the same foil he was hacking on and it is shredded.
Time for a break, and we are sitting there talking, and I hear a *POP* then sizzling sound. One of the sausages must have been too close to the heat and burst. I let him know I heard it, expecting him to go move them around a bit, away from heat. Nope, he goes gets a tray and pulls them all off. They weren't on the grill for ten minutes.
Needless to say, I didn't eat anything. I let them know that I had to nibble / test a little of each brisket, and that I was saving room for more beer. (not necessarily a lie). I sat there and watched them all each. They all loved my brisket that they ate swimming in BBQ sauce like a soup
doh
. I like a little pull on my ribs. They were really working to get the meat off these bones. Like the rib was pulling back...
