forgive me for what I’ve done there ’cause I never meant the things I did
sometimes I wish to God I didn’t know now things I didn’t know then
… and give me something to believe in
forgive me for what I’ve done there ’cause I never meant the things I did
sometimes I wish to God I didn’t know now things I didn’t know then
… and give me something to believe in
in the mouth of madness
down in the darkness
no more tomorrow
down in the hollow
Always meant to attempt it, but never did. I lucked out with this absolutely gorgeous Sterling Silver 5 pounder (cap removed of course) from Sobeys, and knew this time I wouldn’t be deterred, full steam ahead y’all … I was a danistrulytheman on a mission. Initially thought of doing a south-western spice rub (something I’d use on bbq chicken), but with fresh herbs still going strong in my garden, opted to go Medi ‘nstead. I finely chopped oregano and thyme, along with plenty of sea salt and fresh cracked black pepper abundantly crusted the roast (after lathering generously with olive oil – Acropolis, of course, lol). And taking advantage of the butcher string, I intertwined two rosemary sprigs (which I later discarded along with the string after snipping). I served it with my famous lemon & butter potatoes (topped with caramelized onions), roasted cauliflower, feta and basil drizzled with Acropolis, tzatziki … and grilled pita bread (sorry, those pics didn’t make the cut)!! A final note; bbq rib roast KILLS … good luck getting that colour/crust in any oven … not to mention the hint of wood flavour. Only benefit of oven roasting is convenience … no muss, no fuss with temp. variations (had to remove my roast and grate to add hardwood charcoal once to maintain my temp.), throw it in and away you go (and you can go away – literally) … YES, you have to baby this … but oh my … what a baby!! 😉
A perfect rib roast …
Waiting for the Weber …
Indirect cooking (1 1/2 hours or so – looking for an internal temp of 140º) …
Resting on my spatula/plate before carving …
A close up … LOVE the colour, the crust …
Another angle; perfect separation of meat from bones …
Sliced, bit of au jus … but only one bone (sorry, couldn’t resist gnawing, lol) …