A Note from Fatty: I know I promised to talk about the wetsuit vs. no wetsuit experiment today, but my mind’s on Moab.
Tomorrow is Kenny’s annual Ride Around White Rim in One Day (RAWROD) group ride.
It is easily one of the top rides of the year. A largeish group of people, riding around the White Rim, at an easy pace.
If it’s even possible to ride 100 miles of rocks, and sand, and bumpy slickrock, at an easy pace.
The thing is, though, my favorite part is always the night before — when we gather around the fire, talk, and eat brats.
Traditionally, Kenny and I split the brats prep into two parts: it’s my job to prep the brats for grilling by boiling them in a beer, onion, and Worcestershire concoction of my own devising. It’s his job to grill the brats and put them on a slice of his homemade bread.
The thing is, the ride’s become pretty popular. So where my little Coleman stove used to be up to the task of boiling enough brats for the group, last year I just couldn’t keep up.
So this year, I’m doing a little early prep:
Yep, that’s 120 Colosimo brats, boiling in three big pots containing 30 cans of PBR, along with an onion and about a half cup of Worcestershire sauce in each pot.
Once they’ve boiled for 45 minutes or so, I’ll pour the whole mess into a couple ice chests, along with a bag of ice.
So when it’s time for brats, we’ll just throw them on the grill over the campfire.
As I sit here — I’m typing in the kitchen, watching the pots so they don’t boil over — the smell of boiling beer and bratwurst is taking over the house. It is, I am confident, the most glorious smell in the world.
Tomorrow, we do the first epic ride of the season.
Tonight, we eat.