A guy at the Memphis in May contest told me I was overthinking my brisket rub
I was setting up my stall, fussing over my rub mix (I think I had eight things in there, including a coffee grind), and this older pitmaster from Texas, named Hank, just shook his head. He leaned over and said, 'Son, salt, pepper, and fire. The rest is just you talking to yourself.' It stuck with me because I spent so much time and money on fancy stuff. Has anyone else had a moment like that that made you strip things back?