Phase II: My personal favorite, pork butt. Not that I eat any of it, I’ve already absorbed several pounds through my skin. But still. My favorite.
Wrapped up all snug in their abodo rub, waiting to become wonderful.
Pig, meet grill. Grill, pig. (There’s a fourth butt on a rack underneath.)
Four hours later.
Mops are for suckers. We are much more high tech. The butts get an OJ and garlic shower.
Eight hours later: full wonderfulness achieved. Time to pull!
Let’s take one more look at the wonderful first.
Brian is the grill master AND the pull master. (I’m just the side dish queen.)
Fin.
Tomorrow: chicken thighs. And then, utter collapse.
(Giveaway: still live until tomorrow at 10!)
Thursday Night Smackdown 
I must have missed something, but why are you smoking so much meat? It’s a whole boatload!
eatingclub, it’s memorial day, baby! at least, here in the us. and memorial day = bbq.
But why so much? LOL With that quantity of meat, you are feeding more than a hundred people, it seems?
Check the smoke ring on that stuff – it’s yooge. No wonder it fell apart with a hard stare.
i lurve yur butts. they are purty.
and thank you for letting me type that with at least some modicum of seriousness.
I want an OJ and garlic shower. I stand humbled before your porkitude…