Absolute cerebral tranquility is not reasonably possible. This being the fact, there exists a means by which to treat the worst symptoms. Run. Run while listening to Led Zeppelin’s Houses of the Holy. Plug in to No Quarter and your outlook on running will forever change. This from someone who has run tens of thousands of miles. No jest.
If the “Zep elixir” fails (it shouldn’t), a bomb-ass placebo-effect can be achieved with a cooler of beer, a charcoal fire, and a plate of Prime Time Badass Chili Riblets.
½ cup Sweet Baby Ray’s Barbeque Sauce
¼ C prepared mustards
¼ C catsup
1tsp celery salt
1tsp onion powder
2TBS chili powder
3.5 – 4 lbs pork riblets
- Mix up sauce and seasonings (everything listed above aside from the riblets). Have a cold beer.
- Fire up the grill. Have a beer. You’ve earned it, right? You went on a near-spiritual-Zep Run….
- Cook riblets until mostly done. Have a beer.
- Baste with the sauce grill for 5 minutes.
- Turns, baste, and grill for 5 minutes.
We are 222 days into the year of chili. Ever wondered about Mrs. Chili365’s perspective? Here is what she has scribed on my laptop: “Words, words, running, words, sweaty, chili, words.” She forgot beer, but I love her anyway. I choose the path where no one goes.
As I was grilling up these beauties, a passerby exclaimed, “Someone is eating like a king tonight.” Indeed he was right. I more than enjoyed a measure of sovereignty as I shared the Prime Time Badass Chili Riblets with the ITP and guest ITP. Sitting viewing a serene lake- calm and devoid of turmoil- it was difficult not to find virtue in the saucy, chili, deliciousness for the pork riblets. The ribs were amazingly satisfying with a lusciously tangy sauce. Enjoying the day, my restlessness holds no quarter.