This is going to be a bit of an odd post for me. I’m really blue today, and, since this is my blog, I’m going to type what I want to type… I’ll start with ribs, though, for those readers that want a bit of cooking today.
On Labor Day, I tried some babyback ribs. I have to say that I still prefer spares, but these were worth a try. They looked good, but one rack was a bit tough… Sometimes, you just don’t have good meat to start with, I think. The flavor was still there, though.
I did the same basic stuff I usually do for ribs.
The got rub as usual, cooked to a nice shade or red, as usual, then foiled with honey and sugar, as usual. I removed them from the foil when they looked done, then put them back on the smoker, and applied a coat of sauce a bit before they came off. They looked great, and tasted pretty good. I would not have been happy with them in competition, though.
One thing I relearned was how much more I like dealing with the flat bones on spares vs. the curved bones on babybacks. They’re just easier to manipulate once cut.
On to the other stuff…
I’ve got two things going on that are not fun right now. The first will be taken care of on Friday. about 4 weeks ago, I had a cavity filled, and my jaw/mouth started hurting the next weekend. I had the filling adjusted twice, but the pain just got worse. Finally, the dentist decided I needed a root canal, and he put me on antibiotics. I also have some pain meds for nighttime.
Unfortunately, the pain has been so bad at times that I can’t sleep, and, in the middle of a meeting, I’d have to leave because my whole head hurt so badly. Monday night was the first night in weeks that I slept the whole night, and the generalized pain is gone, left now with excruciating nerve pain right at the tooth. If I bite down too hard, it just shoots right to my brain!
Friday, I’m having the root canal. I never thought that I’d be glad to be going in to get shots to numb me up, to be followed by the root canal. It just sucks, but at least the pain will go away in time for our barbecue class next week and the barbecue competition the weekend after that!
The worse thing going on has to do with my wife’s older cat, Patterson. He’s about 14 1/2 now, and he’s got his second oral tumor. This one isn’t operable because of where it is. We could have radiation treatment, but, from what I’ve read, we trade an extra month having him with a month of really bad time for him. So our only other option, really, is to keep him fed and watered and spoil him.
He’s acting great; perky, active, wanting to do stuff, talking (meowing) at us. He’s not eating regularly, though, probably because his mouth is bothering him. Tonight, I’m going to start feeding him food the way we’ve been getting him water, with a turkey baster. My prayer is that he gets the nutrition he needs for as long as he can.
This is Patterson, my wife’s cat. Yeah, right. This is the cat that greets me at the door, especially now that Woody isn’t there to do it (my lab). This is the cat that likes me to hold him like I’m a James Bond villain, so he can lay across my arm (my wife’s arm isn’t big enough to lay like that). He just purrs and flexes his paws when I hold him that way. This is also the cat that climbs up on my chest while I’m watching TV to have me pet him, before finally going over to my wife’s lap to settle down and sleep.
I still consider myself a dog person, but this cat is part of our lives. I can’t imagine, from how well he’s acting, that he won’t be with us much longer. It’s going to be tough.
On top of that, it was last September that I lost Woody. I’ve said goodnight to him every night since then. Now I have to face losing another family member at the same time of the year. This time, I don’t think we’re going to be blessed with not having to make a decision for the pet’s best interests.
I was allergic to cats for years. I thought I was when I first went over to my wife’s house before we were married. The cats have never bothered my allergies one bit. This was just another sign that God was paving the way for her and those cats to be in my life.
I’ve laughed at the cat when he puts his front legs down inside my shoes; he’s always liked my shoes for some reason. Really, though, it always made me feel like he accepted me. There’s a lot to be said about being accepted by a pet.