Mostly I just make my own, what the family always called “sop”, to baste stuff with and then if you’re so inclined add a little tomato paste and throw it in the blender.
No doubt. Also my favorite (boneless & trimmed) to fry for a spicy chicken sandwich.
Only problem is that, for my fuck around find out sauce experiment, it’s hard to eat a bbq thigh with one hand while holding a beer in the other. This is the beauty of the drumstick.
I wasn’t really LOOKING for a reason to dislike the Rangers more than I just naturally do.
Creed came up in conversation the other day and I asserted that I could not name a single song of theirs and no one believed me. I did some (very) quick research and there is a song I recognize, but I wouldn’t have known whom to hold responsible.
They’re one of those bands you know are going to be awful just by their stupid ass name. And then you see a picture of them and the exact realm of awful draws much more sharply into focus. What a bunch of jackoffs. I mean, I remember what I looked like in 1992 and it was not great. But hey, how time flies, fellows, see here, let’s button up our shirts and stand a little closer to the scissors.
I’m not sure I’d recognize much of anything from any band that debuted in the 90s. I guess I’d recognize a Nirvana or Green Day song or two. It was kind of a worthless decade.