Like Mr. Sinatra Sang: I Did It My Way

Well, let me change this to the present tense; “I am doing it my way” This is to say that if I am going to make this tangled relationship between food, conservative views, and my ever beloved, and most sacred BEER, work, I am going to have to find some recipes that fit my lifestyle and reputation. So this is really going to be a barrel of rusted, and tangled barbed wire…NOT.

When it comes to cooking, I really don’t do it. I pretty much mold my outdoor grilling menu to fit the indoor options. So instead of the chicken,pork,beef, zucchini, and baked tators Occupying Grill Street, they instead get their marching orders to Occupy Frigidaire Street, or Crock Pot Avenue. The only constant is the 12oz Beer Force that patrols the area in order to keep everyone, that’s me, happy.

So the Hillbilly is calling on his new, and very well liked Foodie-Nation friends to give me some recipes that are extremely spicy, and down right as hot hog snot on a July afternoon in Death Valley. And hot enough to make my Hillbilly buddies curse me the morning as they are dropping off “Obama in the Brown Room.” See, I am really starting to make this work!

All amount of heat is welcome. Large, slow cooking flesh is my favorite items, as it allows for maximum time to spend with the Suds Patrol. The recipes must also allow for leftovers, or a better term would be “Right Overs” because they are good buddies with that hard ass officer “Hang Over.”
And Elvis! Sing along.