We made plans to have some wonderful people over for dinner on a Friday night. Their favorite meal; ribs. Smoked ribs on the Traeger! It’s one of my favorites, too. I start making plans to buy ribs, prepare the rub and let The Man do his thing. Only when I realized that Friday was a day that The Man actually works and that I would have to be doing it all myself, did I wonder why I hadn’t planned it for Saturday. But I didn’t, so I guess I had to learn how to smoke ribs on the Traeger. It’s a good thing I am in the mood to learn how to adult.
Step one- Ask The Man to write down exactly how to do it. I mean, exactly.
Step two- Tell myself that I am a grown-ass human that will indeed be able to figure it out. And if not, we can order pizza.