I remember the first (and only) time I tasted Northern "barbecue" in Milwaukee when I ordered ribs from a late-night delivery place while attending GenCon. Not only were no spices or sauces used, I suspect they actually boiled the meat to remove any natural flavor that might have resulted from grilling.
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I'm with you, ex-Internet Hubby. BBQ sauce -- YUM.
Seriously. True barbecue should involve a bib. And possibly a hose-down afterward.
puh-kahn.
There is the rightness.
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The BBQ wears the sauce, the sauce does not wear it.
This.
The BBQ wears the sauce, the sauce does not wear it.
Whoa.
sara - do not drink at the work function. also? I might need an early fall outing soon. wanna go play?
Seriously. True barbecue should involve a bib. And possibly a hose-down afterward.
Yes, indeed. This is all I have to say: [link]
PEE-can. It's the only way to get the right rhythm for "PEE-can pie", especially when you hold the word "pie" for an extra half-second.
Yes, I'm a northerner, but the Mason-Dixon line was only 7 miles away, and some things seep across borders.
Oh, man. I'm in trouble. Christopher just said, "Mommy, what does 'take over the world' mean?"
Sounds like you've got your own little Emmett Smay there.
ok, we are on BBQ now. Does Chili come next?
That, or muffalettas.
do not drink at the work function. also?
Oh, I have no intention of doing so. It weirds me out. But there will still be other tipsy people. Hence the worser.
wanna go play?
When? (er, you can email me)