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2002-01-22 - 9:07 p.m.|Barbeque Yesterday was a national holiday, so I was gonna write about barbeque. I'm doing it today instead. I saw two convicts barbequeing in the yard of the county jail. Guess they weren't doing hard time. It always freaks me out to see a barbeque place advertised by a sign with a smiling pig. Particularly when said pig is holding a knife and fork and wearing a bib. My favorite barbeque sign is in Macon, GA, and features a pig with angel wings and a halo. The best barbeque I've had was at Vandy's of Statesboro, GA. I had a crazy friend whose dad, I've heard, was equally crazy. The dad retired and had too muich time on his hands, so he became obsessed with making the perfect pot of Brunswick stew. He drove all over the south looking in the garbage of BBQ restaurants and figuring out their ingredients. Then he'd come home and make some more stew. Hope he washed his hands first, cause I tried some of the stew and it was deee-licious. I had a psych prof who was a Yankee and was always commenting on the southern diet. He was one of those sanctimonious skinny people, but he was a hypocrite for talking about health cause he smoked. Anyway, he was just incredulous at the idea of someone having BBQ somewhere while on vacation, and coming home and telling other people who would take down directions and then go there when they were somewhere in the area. Seemed logical to me. But then I like barbeque.
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