Hi Mike,
We gotta stop meeting in the grocery aisles. LOL
You know what got me interested in cooking, in the first place? Jwland. As a kid it was great fun to work in the cafeteria, or refreshment stands....mainly because you could sneak a pie or two, while pulling double duty, as a night watchman.
My final cooking stint as a jw...was running the kitchen/cafeteria at the Norco assembly hall. I had a blast, no receipes..just stuff off the top of my head. When the friends would come back and express appreciation for the tasty food, I knew then how a chef can take pride in his handiwork.
I lived near a very large ranch in Orange County, Ca. After getting my release from the Empire..df. Started paling around with some of the rancher's...once or twice each year, they threw a big bbq, we would dig out a big hole, drop a big green dumpster to the bottom, fill in a bottom layer of river rock, start oak fire on top of the rocks until the rocks were blazing, then butcher a pig, stuff it with vegetables, wrap it in foil, and put it over the hot rocks, close the dumpster lid and cover with sand. This was about 10:00 pm the night before the bbq, next morning the mexican field worker's would start making tortillas and fresh salsa....about 10:00am we pulled the pig out. Meat would be droppin off the bone, man was that good,with fresh tortillas and salsa. We would feed serveral hundred...now that's my kinda cooking.
Shark sounds good. I usually get orange roughy or some other sissy fish, because my lady likes her fish to not smell like fish! Hea Ha
I would like to attend one of these Ozzy Apostate BBQ's one day. They are starting to have a real tradition developing down there.
Thanks for the shout Mike. Take care, messin with them married ladies, could be dangerous my man. Well you seem to have made up your mind as to how to handel. Hope all goes smooth.
Regards,
Danny