Photo: BBQ chicken, baked beans and fresh corn
You know I was trynna book a flight home to Houston, Texas so I could get some of my momma's cookin--it's only good when the chef is in there sweatin. She called and told me she was throwin down and I gave her a salty look--damn near lost my life. You know she came from the era where they put mints in they pickle. The million dollar question on yesterday: Who's BBQ'ing? There were cook outs in Jersey and Queens but I didn't see that so the roomie and I ( more of the roomie ) cooked that meal right before your very eyes. Like look at the extra dark/burnt part of the chicken. That's a skill!! Goodnight.