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Name: M L Mclemores Lone Star Baste Pt 2
Prep time: 30 min
Cook time: 30 min
Total time: 30 min
Yield: 1
Cuisine: American
Ingredients: See part 1

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water! Just add more ice; eventually the water wont be pink anymore. Besides, you dont drink the water, now, do you?) Set up "camp," as it were. Send the kids after whatever you forgot, like the Coleman lantern, your long-sleeved shirt and the tv-trays. And the pie-screen, to keep the bugs off the cheese. Those tiny sweet pickles and another jar of mustard. And that little portable transistor radio, dont forget the extra batteries. Every half-hour or so, check the coals and the beast. Add chips to the one and baste the other. In the beginning, its easy to keep which is which straight, but by Saturday afternoon, when this repast is *supposed* to be ready, the longs hours of no sleep and Lone Star have taken their toll. It was not uncommon to find wood chips charred to the carcass and the favorite basting brush singed beyond recognition. (They loved my father down at the paint store; sold him more 3" bristle brushes than any other two stores customers combined.) After around 3 am, those of us not on bug patrol were no longer awakened by the "Voice of God", M. L. having tossed it across the highway into the oil field. I think it gave him no end of joy to imagine that clock coming to rest next to some aged rattlesnake, vibrating the old viper out of its last 6 buttons, at least. In the morning, the rest of us would enjoy a good breakfast then wander out to see how the sacrifice was coming along. Daddys breakfast empties were neatly placed back into the wooden case, courtesy the second shift bug patrol, or my mother. I guess she didnt object to his drinking in public, as long as he didnt appear to be a slob about it. He hardly ever used the full case of Pik coils. After midnight or so, no self-respecting mosquito or fly came with 100 yards of M. L. or the grill. If the beer didnt do the trick, there was always that marvelous baste simmering on the back of the grill. Although the bugs gave Daddys barbecue a wide berth, he had to quietly let only a few trusted friends know when he was planning to cook because his was the absolute best barbecue for miles and miles around. Even his enemies acknowledged his expertise: "That McLemore is one sorry s.o.b., but god-almighty, can that man cook!" Around noon, the friends who were invited and the dogs pals began to gather. You know how it is said that dogs and their owners often resemble one another after a few years of cohabitation? Well, you could certainly tell which of the 20 or so mutts criss-crossing our yard on barbecue day belonged to Daddy. They were the ones lapping up spilled Lone Star, wolfing down stinky cheddar loaded with mustard, and the only ones all the other dogs refused to sniff. Theres a recipe somewhere in all of this, but danged if I remember where I put it. (c) 1996 Martha C. McLemore mack@pa.net Posted to recipelu-digest Volume 01 Number 624 by molony on Jan 28, 1998

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M L Mclemores Lone Star Baste Pt 2

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water! Just add more ice; eventually the water wont be pink anymore.  Besides, you dont drink the water, now, do you?)    Set up "camp," as it were. Send the kids after whatever you forgot, like  the Coleman lantern, your long-sleeved shirt and the tv-trays. And the  pie-screen, to keep the bugs off the cheese. Those tiny sweet pickles and  another jar of mustard. And that little portable transistor radio, dont  forget the extra batteries.    Every half-hour or so, check the coals and the beast. Add chips to the one  and baste the other. In the beginning, its easy to keep which is which  straight, but by Saturday afternoon, when this repast is *supposed* to be  ready, the longs hours of no sleep and Lone Star have taken their toll. It  was not uncommon to find wood chips charred to the carcass and the favorite  basting brush singed beyond recognition. (They loved my father down at the  paint store; sold him more 3" bristle brushes than any other two stores  customers combined.)    After around 3 am, those of us not on bug patrol were no longer awakened by  the "Voice of God", M. L. having tossed it across the highway into the oil  field. I think it gave him no end of joy to imagine that clock coming to  rest next to some aged rattlesnake, vibrating the old viper out of its last        6    buttons, at least.    In the morning, the rest of us would enjoy a good breakfast then wander out  to see how the sacrifice was coming along. Daddys breakfast empties were  neatly placed back into the wooden case, courtesy the second shift bug  patrol, or my mother. I guess she didnt object to his drinking in public,  as long as he didnt appear to be a slob about it.    He hardly ever used the full case of Pik coils. After midnight or so, no  self-respecting mosquito or fly came with 100 yards of M. L. or the grill.  If the beer didnt do the trick, there was always that marvelous baste  simmering on the back of the grill.    Although the bugs gave Daddys barbecue a wide berth, he had to quietly let  only a few trusted friends know when he was planning to cook because his  was the absolute best barbecue for miles and miles around. Even his enemies  acknowledged his expertise: "That McLemore is one sorry s.o.b., but  god-almighty, can that man cook!"    Around noon, the friends who were invited and the dogs pals began to  gather. You know how it is said that dogs and their owners often resemble  one another after a few years of cohabitation? Well, you could certainly  tell which of the 20 or so mutts criss-crossing our yard on barbecue day  belonged to Daddy. They were the ones lapping up spilled Lone Star, wolfing  down stinky cheddar loaded with mustard, and the only ones all the other  dogs refused to sniff.    Theres a recipe somewhere in all of this, but danged if I remember where I  put it.    (c) 1996 Martha C. McLemore mack@pa.net    Posted to recipelu-digest Volume 01 Number 624 by molony <molony@scsn.net>  on Jan 28, 1998

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Recipe Makes: 1 Servings

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