If you want to mend long broken family ties. If you want to cut the head off the political debate snake. If you want to uphold age old American values and fuel the fight against terrorism - this is the holiday meal kit for you.
My family was too busy discussing how good the cocktail sauce was to even notice my wife made a stupid Christmas tree shaped charcuterie board. (Weak) and then I offended my mother in law because my mashed potatoes with herb dust put such a beating on her potato casserole that no one even touched it. It was like Rocky beating Drago; pure glory.
The cocktail sauce tasted more like a bbq sauce imposed it’s will on a true cocktail sauce. But that’s fine with me - I live for bbq.
The Carver’s rub was the true topic of discussion. Even my idiot socialist vegetarian sister in law couldn’t resist its glory and prowess.
If you want a shot at the title for best Christmas ever - look no further. This is the foundation for the most epic Christmas dinner since George Washington rallied the boys to cross the Delaware and whoop up on some Germans.
Get in on this. 11pm of ten. So good, Lee Greenwood wrote a song about it.