I gots a cravin

I have been craving a date night. Maybe some people have their children and skip on outta date night. Maybe life changes and some don't take the time for a straight-up, old school, romantic, sexy date night. Hmmm, just saying that makes my eyebrows turn in. Brrrr, wha? That's just not gonna cut it round here.



I guess because The Chief and I dated for a whopping 7 years before we were married and then were married for 5 years before the babes made her debut has led to a different thought process on the date night. We've had a life full of dinners where we talk about our next dream vacation. Or the random Monday night with too many glasses across from each other at a table for two. And yep, life has a changed, man. We never had the set night of the week for the good old date, but be damned sure we always somehow, someway made time to have some sort of time away with adult conversation. It appears we've shifted gears around here and the focus isn't the next jet-set to Paris, but rather the question "do we have enough bottles made." Yep, it's steamy.

So I'm workin on a date night, although between Christmas parties and such, looks like we'll have to save this for sometime next year. Until then, here's a new kind of date. A Texas BBQ Date with my favorite darlings. Pretty sure the only one drooling over the lustfulness {fairly certain there is no such word} that brings is my brother. The Texas BBQ King.

While on our drive down south for the Thanksgiving holiday, we made a pit-stop at the famous Smitty's Market in Lockhart, Texas. And yes, afterwards we did, indeed, smell like a large barbecue pit. Even the tater tot.

I wish I could give you a screen shot of the texts that went back and forth between me and the brother detailing Texas BBQ etiquette. It was amusing, to say the least. He explained there is no asking for sauce. That's for Yankees. He said you order 1/2 lb. meat, some sausage and white bread. That's it. Then I made the mistake of asking if I should order sliced or chopped. For that, he did not respond. And to make it worse even said, "I'm not even responding to that."


I have been dying to hit the Texas Barbecue Loop. You see, foodies know there are about 4 really good, to.die.for spots for outstanding barbecue deep in the heart of Texas. And to clarify, this is no Rudy's, Colter's, Sonny Bryan's or Dicky's. No, no, this is the real deal.

Pretty sure this would fall into the LARGE HAZARD category in Dallas. A small child could walk directly into that fire. Guess if you grow-up 'round here you know to keep your ass back.

Check out this meat-a-sauraus. And colbeer for $2. Who could pass?

So this wasn't a smokin hot night at Fearings, but for now, it was a perfect date. A date for 3.

And for the record, we were trying to appear as little citified as possible. No bows, no frills, no lace. Just comfy clothes, by regular people trying to get our paws on some damn good bbq. Success. Even the Texas BBQ King would have been proud....until we looked down at our TOMS, grabbed our blackberries, put on our Ray-Ban's and loaded up in our luxury vehicle. Onward to the city. What can I say, we tried our best.