About an hour ago, 7:20 am, eight sides of ribs went in the oven. The butcher refused to sell us the 12 side ordered arguing no one can eat that much. Christmas BBQ party to night with about 20 coming. Nothing says Santa like 100 meaty ribs, four chickens and a venison roast. Marinading that much was a bit of a puzzle but a 25 x 15 inch square Rubbermade storage box was just the thing. They swam in the fridge in orange juice, green onion, garlic, hot pepper, sweet pepper, limes, lemons, tinned guava, tinned pineapple, maple syrup, brown sugar, tomato sauce, hot sauce, liquid smoke all night long. Out at 1:30 pm or so and in goes the venison. Expect photos.
Later...at a little past the half way point around 11:30 am, they get a bath in the mops sauce.
At 1:30 pm the ribs, below, are just about done and eight sides can be stacked side by side.
After the ribs are our and carried over to the party room, the venison roast and thick chops, below covered in bacon, go into the oven. They will get 450° F for 15 minutes then down to 325° F. The ribs spent all six hours at a little under 250° F.

Comments
Ben - December 11, 2004 6:59 PM
You're an evil, eveil man for gloating about your meat. Yes, I'm jealous, especially since I spent all afternoon outdoors throwing plastic discs and haven't had a decent meal all day.
Alan - December 12, 2004 2:20 AM
You can take some solace in the fact that I over did the venison but I will take mine from the perfection of the ribs.
Brian - December 13, 2004 2:33 AM
"Perfection of the Ribs" sounds like it could be a title for something.
Hope you don't mind my sitting and staring longingly at the ribs. I imagined their amazing flavor, and remembered back to my eight years in Texas.
Sure beats the monotonous salad I had for dinner last night.
Alan - December 13, 2004 8:20 AM
Sorry about that, soldier.