I’VE not long finished breakfast when my pal Martyn rolls up to go for a walk.
We go out for wander up the lochside and have a good catch up. When we get to or furthest point the rain starts. Quite light at first then a monster downpour all the way home. We’re just in t-shirts.
When we get back Martyn heads off, I get out my soaking wet clothes and play guitar for a wee while.
I get the smoker fired up for tonight’s beef short ribs which will take a good six or seven hours.
Over-indulgence the last two nights has left me feeling kinda lethargic and I can’t really get motivated to do much so we pretty much chill all afternoon.
The ribs turn out good but not quite as tender as usual. I think I may need to recalibrate mutt thermometers as there seemed to be a discrepancy between the probe of the meat and thermapen I use for final readings. A job for tomorrow…
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