Saturday, February 19, 2022

I Messed Up Good Food: Dub Shack BBQ Tries Lamb Breast

Even your friendly pitmaster has a bad cook.

I bought lamb breasts from Walmart not that long ago, and from the notes I took plus the extra research and development (R&D) I normally undertake from YouTube University, this one still feels like a failure. Fortunately for me, they were cheap to the tune of $12 as I do have a meat budget at home to abide by - no pressure, right? - and I'd rather give new proteins a trial run at home before foisting them upon friends, family, customers, coworkers, and the "meat list."

How badly did I screw this up? Keep reading and check out the pictures.

INGREDIENTS
Lamb breasts (they come in a 2-pack)
Meat Church's Holy Cow rub
Fire and Smoke Society's The Usual rub
Yellow mustard as a binder
STEP ONE. Remove the breasts from the packaging and rinse them off in the sink before laying them on the rack. If you see any excessive fatty bits, trim them off but don't get too happy; lamb is typically a very lean meat and needs its fat. After yellow mustard is slathered on both sides - trust me, you're not going to taste it - apply both Holy Cow and The Usual and let them meld together as the smoker comes up to a temperature of 275-300 degrees. STEP TWO. Like any other ribs, lamb breasts cook the way you position them on the smoker. Below you'll see two racks of beef back ribs serve as a buffer on both breasts, and one of the omissions I made was not adding a water pan to the Oklahoma Joe as proteins smoked together. 

I'm good but I'm not perfect, y'all. Those beef ribs tho...

After one hour check the ribs for color and close the smoker. We know the saying "lookin' ain't cookin'", so get a beer or a bottle of water and keep watching the firebox. This cook used cherry and hickory wood splits, and as a pro tip, preheat the wood before adding it to the offset box. Try to keep the cooker around 275 in the meantime. The beef back ribs are going to cook for a good while longer (read Beef in the Streets from December 2021 for a more detailed approach to how I did those guys), so while you salivate over something new, check the lamb breasts for tenderness.

STEP THREE. Upon probing the breast temperature to 165 or the color of your satisfaction, wrap them up in butcher paper. [If you have aluminum foil, that is OK too; I have a couple of rolls of butcher paper to work through from last year's cooks - and the tragic thing is that I got both rolls just before brisket prices got ridiculously expensive. I haven't smoked one of those to the chagrin of my family and neighbors in nearly a year, and once beef prices begin a downward swing, that may become something for them to enjoy. 

As for the lamb breasts, you're treating them like baby back ribs once they are wrapped. They are finished at 205 degrees as the intermuscular fat renders to a buttery texture. Allow them to rest for fifteen minutes before slicing and chowing down! 

Where else did I mess up? I pulled them off the smoker at 190 degrees because I was sleepy. They were good but I'm sure that letting them get the last fifteen degrees would have made them better. Also, my lamb became some really good rib tips dry or wet with a dollop of my own Dub Shack BBQ's Pop Da Cherry barbecue sauce.

Would I do it again? Armed with the knowledge and the shameful feeling that a meat beat me, one day I'll try again. If you attempt lamb breasts, feel free to compare notes in how yours turn out. As always, thanks for reading this post and supporting the movement. Don't forget that every day is a GREAT day for Dub Shack BBQ! Be blessed, be safe, and be good to each other.

Sunday, February 6, 2022

The Glass Cliff

A must-read post by equity activist Tara Jaye Frank 👇🏿

What Brian Flores and Hue Jackson claim they were subjected to--essentially being set up (and even paid) to fail--is what Black people in corporate America call "glass cliff" assignments. 
A "glass cliff" assignment is one in which a Black leader gets promoted into a role that company leaders do not expect to succeed long-term and that requires borderline heroics. There are several types of glass cliff assignments:

1. Unimportant: The company may feel pressured to create or maintain a specific role, but the role is not important to the company, so it has no power, no resources, and an insufficient team. When the Black leader fails to make progress, they are scapegoated.

2. "Impossible": The challenges are great and the tools are few. The goals attached to the job have a 50/50 (or less) chance of being met. If the Black leader succeeds, they are rewarded with praise (but not always money or opportunity). If they fail, they are labeled as failures and their careers begin a steep decline, while white male leaders can fail multiple times and get opportunities to try again. 

3. Controversial: The Black employee is asked to lead a body of work that is inherently difficult and comes with built-in resistance. The work may be counter-culture and come with high reputation risk. If the Black employee doesn't have incredibly strong relationships, they will not be successful, since relationships are often the only force that overcomes culture barriers. 

There you have it. I'm tired. But you needed to know this. 

We know when it is happening to us, but we often want the benefits of the promotion, so we take it, hoping we will persevere. If you read this and it disturbs you, analyze your decisions through this lens and make sure you're not perpetuating this dangerous phenomenon. 

I'm turning over all the soil and digging up the weeds. We can do better than this. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Magical Wings: Dub Shack BBQ Presents Mango Party Wings

As I try to do my part in the Make Barbecue Cheap Again movement, this recipe takes us to another meat that I should've shared a recipe of by now: barbecue wings. Whether or not you happen to be a drum or flat person (I really have no preference), barbecue wings can be taken in so many ways. With the Super Bowl coming up (it's the same day as Little Miss Sunshine's seventh birthday), having plenty of wings to go around for the Big Game is going to be critical - and I hope you planned ahead. With the strange shortages, finding party wings at this hour might be a little tenuous but possible. 

(Hint: I bought two bags - one at the Value Foods nearest our house, and the other at Sam's Club)

INGREDIENTS
Party wings, 5 lbs. (You might need more for a larger group)
Mango Magic barbecue rub
Dub Shack BBQ's Dang! Oh, Mango barbecue sauce
*As always, this can be made in your own touch and flavor profile. Next time, I may go cherry with the birds. 

STEP ONE. Using a wire rack, position all of the chicken wings that you think your party are going to eat and let them air dry overnight in the refrigerator. To aid the crispiness of those wings, you may add a bit of cornstarch before putting them to bed. One thing that absolutely does NOT need to happen is to let raw chicken sit outside with no regard because salmonella is a very real thing. 
STEP TWO. Light your grill in that two-zone fire we like so much. Since I haven't bought the compartment parts for my Weber Kettle yet, I used a split of pecan wood with charcoals on one side and the empty space to place the wings. In the meantime, season the wings with Mango Magic on both sides allowing them to sweat it out for a spell. Once the temperature gets to 350, place those guys on the cooler side of the grill and let them work their magic. 
STEP THREE. You don't have to stand over wings but be certain to check them for color after fifteen minutes with the Thermapen, and turn over for even color on both sides. Chicken is ready at 165 degrees but with this cut, they can go to 175 or 180 without any issue. 
STEP FOUR. This is optional due to the fact I like a crunchy wing combined it with the love of the craft, get a cast iron skillet out to pour about 1/3" of peanut or vegetable oil into the pot. Of course, the use of a deep fryer is way easier; set it up for 350 degrees. Since the wings are already at a healthy cooking temperature, this is only a flash fry to maintain the smoke and lock in flavors from the mango rub. Fry away for two or three minutes on both sides and remove to a cooler locale, and repeat until all of the wings are done. Although some people like a dry wing, I chose to make the fried mango wings wet with my own Dang! Oh, Mango sauce. 
Dry wings before Dang! Oh, Mango was drizzled over each flapper
The same wings, wet. What do you think?

STEP FIVE. If you so desire, center your dipping bowl in the midst of those wings. I think these guys are good enough on their own with the rub and sauce but feel free to make it your own. Grab one for a taste and enjoy!

I've been smoking meat for this long and Tuesday is the first time I thought about writing down my methods for wings. I cannot believe it, but...it is what it is. This hopefully rectifies a deficiency from the barbecue side of AD&AD and as party wings can be made in any way, shape, form, and fashion, make them your own and thanks for not only reading this post but also supporting the movement by evangelizing the party in your mouth Dub Shack BBQ aspires to be. Of course, tell everyone that every day is a GREAT day for Dub Shack BBQ! Be blessed, be safe, and be good to each other. 

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Puff, Puff, Pass: Dub Shack BBQ Smokes a Bologna Chub

I'm smoking a chub.

Because Arkansas barbecue is truly a hybrid of three of the major styles (Memphis, Texas, Kansas City), I might as well share something not entirely unique to the Natural State yet vital to making barbecue cheap again: smoked bologna. If you're looking for the bubble and the slit, this isn't the recipe; I'm smoking the entire round chubby package of bologna.
INGREDIENTS
One 5 lb. chub of bologna
Mustard as a binder
Barbecue rub of choice (I'm using Fire and Smoke Society's Pork Perfect)
Dub Shack BBQ's The O.G. sauce
STEP ONE. Remove the red packaging from the bologna. Score the bologna so the rub and smoke can permeate the meat since we are only reheating this hunk following which spread the mustard all over the chub liberally. You're not going to taste that condiment - the rub adheres to it for its color. In the meantime, set your grill for 250-275 degrees and prepare for a two-zone fire. For those of you who worship at the House of Traeger, Green Mountain Grills, or any of the pellet gods, turn your knob to 250 and add a mixture of maple and cherry pellets.
STEP TWO. Using that two-zone fire, place the chub away from the fire and let it do its thing like you see on the PK above. It'll take a while; therefore, you can run errands, buy more beer and stuff for your sandwiches/adult Lunchables/poor man charcuterie boards like I will to watch the SEC/Big 12 Challenge, or whatever is necessary. The only cause of concern is to make sure the bologna isn't too firm for your liking - this cook does not need a thermometer as we're really reheating it. As the score marks open up, keep cooking. I began this cook with some leftover cherry wood and a chimney full of charcoals but added two chunks of maple wood at the midway point mainly to add an extra layer of flavor.
STEP THREE. At two hours, check the bologna for color. If it begins to feel firm, then it is time to bring inside. In this case, the protein was a pretty mahogany color but it was still a bit soft meaning I let it cook for another hour. One observation to be made is how the score marks made in the beginning have opened up during the cook to accept that cherry and maple smoke. 
STEP THREE. In the miracle of time, the chub of bologna is finished. Don't forget to paint it with your favorite barbecue sauce and let it tack up for approximately ten to fifteen minutes. Pull it off the smoker for a short rest before slicing.
In this form, bologna is good for several days. Share with friends, coworkers, family, and make yourself something tasty to eat! As always, thanks for reading this post: Tell everyone that every day is a GREAT day for Dub Shack BBQ! Be blessed, be safe, and of course, be good to each other.

Friday, January 28, 2022

Just Keep Living

 

The elders tell us to just keep living.

As we keep living, we find ourselves realizing the things that truly matter are the big things. I sit back and wonder if there is a Word from Heaven that can comfort me in addition to all of us who have loved and lost our family members, friends, coworkers, neighbors, associates, and even those we do not know particularly well who have somehow touched our walk for better. The very first text I am drawn to is Matthew 7:12 which is also known as the Golden Rule:  Treat others as you want them to treat you. This is what the Law and the Prophets are all about.  To most people who see us on a daily basis and observe how we move around, this is the clearest example of being Christlike that we can be:  We make a mockery of who we say we are with a tweet or a Bible verse post on social media with a mouth (and heart) full of avarice, hatred, jealousy, and so much evil.

 Jesus told us it isn’t that hard, so why do we make it so darned difficult? If a child can see God, then why are we so blind to Him?

We don’t get to pick and choose our families at birth but at every other point in our lives, we get to select – or fall into – a group of individuals who we eventually call friend, pal, homeboy/homegirl, Greek or military brother/sister, and for some, a bond that grows tighter than that of a natural sibling similar to David and Jonathan. 1 Samuel 18-20 details their friendship from just being two random dudes to what we call “brothers from another mother”, inseparable for the most part with their bond involving loyalty, sacrifice, compromise, and emotional attachment to one another that sometimes is not understood by those closest to us. David was introduced to Jonathan not long after he killed Goliath and brought his severed head to King Saul following which that friendship began and blossomed akin to an orchid full of flowers.

How does their story tie into the elders’ message to just keep living?

For all of the lumps, bumps, and bruises we endure on this journey called life, we just keep living.

For the disappointments in ourselves and even those crushing blows, we experience, we just keep living.

For the moments we feel alone, we just keep living.

(Please reach out to someone if those moments are too tough, and at the very least, pray for his/her comfort.)

For even the separation death brings upon us, we just keep living.

Knowing that we are going to have to cross over to the other shore from time to eternity one day, we just keep living. Isn’t that what our beloved would desire of us?

We don’t just live for the sake of existing because that would be self-defeating. Our lives are created and ordered by God for each and every breath He provides us; why wallow around in self-pity in an emaciated state than what is destined for us? The dearly departed would expect us to keep living! Of course, God gave us all the ability to reason and make our own choices and since none of us are perfect, we are bound to make more than a couple of missteps here and there. What He does is present opportunities daily to draw closer to Him in not only the words from our mouths and fingertips but also through our deeds and thoughts for what we value most is where we tend to put our treasures. One thing to always consider is only what we do for Christ will last.

 Dear Lord,

 We come to You as humble as we know how in gratitude for what You have blessed us with as well as what You have avoided for us to obtain in all of our seasons including this one. It is in our collective prayers that we as weep through this night, joy comes in the morning. Be our Comforter in our season of grief as one of our loaned souls has returned Home to you; as we keep living like the elders before us have said countless times, allow us to rejoice in his/her celebration and be glad for having them in our lives for this section of the dash. We are a bit poorer and needier today than the previous occasion, yet You continue to look upon us as only a Father and Redeemer does for His flock. Please, wipe those tears from our very eyes and continue to love us as much as we love You. In the mighty name of Jesus our Lord and Savior we do ask of it all and more, Amen.

 

 

Monday, January 24, 2022

Whee! Dub Shack BBQ Presents Meatball Sliders

With the NFL playoffs in full swing, you've got to have something small and fairly quick to snack on those nights when your favorite team is playing. 

Sidebar: This recipe almost made the Tailgating For Everyone series and would have very likely been it had HSU made the D2 playoffs but unfortunately, both Harding and Ouachita got in the way of that happening.

INGREDIENTS
Ground meatballs*
Dub Shack BBQ's The O.G. barbecue sauce
Killer Hogs' The BBQ Rub
Fire and Smoke Society's The Usual rub 
Hawaiian slider buns
*Those meatballs don't have to be handcrafted; the package from the grocery store works well. Ground anything (beef, chicken, turkey, or deer) must be taken to 160 degrees to prevent risking food poisoning. Also, if yours are made by hand, make them the size of a golf ball in even portions; a trick to ensure even portion size is using an ice cream scoop to make your meatballs.

STEP ONE. Once your meatballs are thawed, spray a wire rack on both sides and season them with your preferred barbecue rub(s). In this case, I selected Killer Hogs' The BBQ Rub and Fire and Smoke Society's The Usual and seasoned all sides. Set aside and light the grill if you haven't already done so. 

STEP TWO. Once the weapon of choice - my Weber Kettle - is up to 350 degrees and the two-zone fire is established, position the meatballs to one side and let them get some color. This is a fairly quick cook so don't find yourself doing something that may cause you to lose time. At 30 minutes, check the temperatures of each meatball and turn for even color on all sides. They can be dunked into warm sauce at 145 degrees and returned to the heat until they reach 160 whence the meatballs can rest for a short period in the warm sauce. 

In this application I am using my own The O.G. barbecue sauce but make it your own regarding preference.

STEP THREE. Serve with slider buns and shredded cheese, and enjoy!
Thanks for giving this recipe a try and a read - feel free to share pictures - and tell everyone that every day is a GREAT day for Dub Shack BBQ! 


Monday, January 17, 2022

Danger of the Moderate

The most dangerous people are not the extremists on either side of discourse but those who consistently straddle the fence and try to both-sides their way to rationalizing their stances thereby showing theirs is a morality of convenience. In this year’s MLK post, we examine the most dangerous people in America:  the moderate. Certainly, the extremists on both sides of the political coin pose an existential risk to the rest of us as we know where their intentions lie; however, where does that so-called reasonable thinker stand? Does he sit down when it comes time to rise up? Is she one of the types who encourages such a gradual change that icebergs move faster in comparison? Do they think there is always a better approach to circumstances of the days as prefaced with assorted whataboutisms than what is presented in the very real moment?


Just to be real, a LOT of people need to sit this one out and watch the real ones show them how we get things done. Don’t shoot the messenger; take heed to the actual words and do better.

Not limited to the conservatives among us; the moderates also have difficulty with the works in addition to the words Brother Martin spoke.Enquiring minds want to know 

Throughout American history – and in the present date, we see that anti-Black racism has always been a bipartisan effort. From limiting voting and diluting varying voices to waving a boogeyman regarding what is taught in public schools, how we wear our hair to work, and even how wearing masks during the past couple of years, the people who are chillin’ on the sidelines unaffected fail to see how their actions reflect on not only the larger community but also represents a bit of NIMBYism on their parts. In a roundabout kind of way, they are the same people who gladly fucked with us some nineteen months ago during our Hot Summer coinciding with the Black Lives Matter protests nationwide but came up MIA when the time to put substance behind these token actions such as the black profile pictures on any social media platform and how their employers were quick to poke out their chests about diversity and equality save two industries [banking and environmental sciences, namely waste management] but silent like dead church mice regarding equity.

These moderates are always quick to form a taskforce over stuff that they know is wrong but are too comfortable in their lanes to amend their errors. Maybe the access toward certain societal privileges is too strong of a drug to put down the crack pipe; an answer escapes them. Yet we know they are going to tell us how to make our desires known by being devoted to order.

What is order?

Order is defined as the following: the prevailing mode of things; the rule of law or proper authority.

 In my Allen Iverson voice, you’re talking about order?

“Order that prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who consistently says: I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a ‘more convenient season’. Shallow understanding from people of goodwill is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”

Brother Martin wrote these very words in the Letter from a Birmingham Jail. He knew what he was against back then – and the larger question is, do we? This is larger than getting a law passed or some signature political legislation that can all but ensure a successful reelection bid for one group of people or prove to the rest of us that the set of laws that supposedly bind all of us are only for me not thee as has been the case for most of this nation’s history.

Are we built for it? Our moderate brethren have proven otherwise.

This link takes you to Letter from a Birmingham Jail.

For a First World economy that has it all with highly ranked schools, medical facilities, the world standard of language and banking, Americans as a whole have shown a strong preference for overhyping some events while minimizing the contributions of others as we live confidently in our comfort zones as we have find ourselves not needing God save for those “Lord, help me” situations or when we want Him to be our spiritual Santa Claus (ex. praying for a specific automobile when the one we currently have suffices our needs). As a result, many congregants find themselves with the “we take care of our own” mentality which in itself is extremely insular. Why are we putting our Creator in a box? By doing so, we aid the enemy in shrinking our effectiveness in Kingdom building through our lukewarm reactions as we unintentionally slap back His helping hand.

 This is what is meant by the danger of the moderate. We’re not limited to a Joe Manchin/Kyrsten Sinema/Susan Collins/Lisa Murkowski/Mitt Romney type of politician; sometimes all we have to do is take a look within the mirror at ourselves to see a lukewarm individual resembles. In the concept of this letter, Dr. King implored those who have the ears of masses – white Birmingham-area pastors – to move the middle toward the side of justice and equality as they enjoy the benefits of being spiritual kinfolk and simultaneous skin folk to only be disappointed in their at best glacial efforts in forcing this nation to live up to its lofty words written in the Constitution and Bill of Rights.

Even more painful than the openly pious folks who are presently whitewashing any ounce of ink that bunks their cherrypicked lies that to them have become a reality of sorts are those who are supposed to be standing in the gap but are nowhere to be found.

Neither an interfaith breakfast on the third Monday morning in January nor a stilted - and to an extent, insincere - blended onetime (or twice) service can change the fact that 11 am on Sunday morning is still America’s most segregated hour some fifty years later. Consequently, the moderates are perfectly content with platitudes aplenty with a side of apathy since their titles, committees, and assorted nonprofit organizations tend to provide them with a bit of social cover in the event he or she says some really foul stuff that damages business reputations and sullies friendships. Their overly cautiousness has presented them a crossroads which no one is pleased with their cowardly inactions:  As the OGs told us, poop or get off the pot.


When it comes to moving beyond racial and economic injustice, the next person to say these are societal issues and that the gospel has no real concern deserves to be slapped across the face with a King James Version family Bible. Did Jesus not treat both Gentile and Jew equally? Equally galling is the simple fact that the moderate declines to rock the boat in favor of maintaining a status quo that clearly benefits him because he is too worried about what the neighbors may think if he sticks his pencil neck out of his mock turtleneck for the first time in a pretty long time if not for the very first time.

With apologies to the length of this post (well, not really – you’ve been reading my blogs for nearly a decade and should know what to expect by now after nearly 500 posts, none of which have gotten me paid or anywhere closer to my dream of becoming a fulltime writer), we know what extremists on the left and right look like – and in Arkansas, it seems like the ones on the right get all of the airplay in a contest to make some of the most head-scratching statements as they overzealously beat their chests a brand of slaveholder religion that tells them from one Sunday to the next that condemns everyone else to a existence of subservience if not outright becoming a square in a peg hole. However, at least we do know where they stand even as they attempt to pontificate two, four, six or more years of falsehoods into a blatant superficial effort of being for all people for one day. However, their moderate brethren have enjoyed the dual privilege of their own adjacency to their harsher skin folk and the invitation from some Black person to the proverbial cookout, and as a result, the turds in the punchbowl they cannot stand to eat Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with are the same ones who often provide them the lifestyles necessary to maintain their pole positions in American society. With those advantage, it is no wonder why they are the most dangerous allies Black Americans have.