lots of good looking Q taking place here men.
have a horror story. long but worth the journey, maybe.
at Christmas, one of my brothers, my dad and I got the idea for making authentic barbacoa. My dad butchered a bull over the winter, kept the head and we were all set. We met at my brother's ranch in the hill country this past weekend to do the deed.
dug a hole Friday morning and set about doing other things in the afternoon including prepping the head at my brother's place in town. prepped the head, removed the tongue and trimmed away any remaning hide & hair and put some basic seasoning on it. placed it in a cooler and into the back of my truck and was running a couple more errands on the way back out to the ranch that evening to get the coals going and seal up the pit for the overnight cook.
stopped to get beer. went to the little casita that my brother has for vacation rentals that the wife and I were staying in and grabbed my phone charger, changed my clothes and went into the backyard to get the agave leaves my brother had trimmed to put in the pit. here is where crap goes way south.
i go to put the agave in the back of the truck and the cooler is gone. someone jacked the damn cooler and more importantly the damn head. no head, no barbacoa. so much deflation, especially when I called my bro to ask him if he and my dad decided to grab the cooler since they were going to be at the ranch 1st. they thought I was pulling an April Fools gag on them.
anyways, that is my horror story. really sucked as we had talked and planned and highly anticipated this occasion. we still got to spend the time together but not as planned.
anyways, here is our last remaining memory of operation barbacoa
