I just had the most amazing barbecue of my entire Texas life at a catered event! And I’m a FOODIE! Everything was perfect. All those things you typically don’t like – even if you love barbecue – were not an issue. The ribs were fall-off-the-bone tender and delightful. I did not have to put up with weird moisture issues, skin or uneven meat distribution. Since I ate the ribs with my hands, I went ahead and just dug in to the brisket and pork with my fingers as well. If the ribs were Barbecue Nirvana, the beef was Barbecue Heaven. How can a caterer do this to me? I can’t visit you anytime I like? I can’t drop by for take-out after a long day of cattle-rustlin’ or programming? All I can do is hope to attend events where that white truck is parked outside. My parents have an anniversary coming up. My wife may be having a birthday soon, who knows? My kid’s daycare is selling donuts… Eddie Deen, come shake my messy hands. And when you do, please bring ribs. Oh and the sides!