When The Deep Purple Falls

When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls. And the sun begins to linger with the stars. In the mist of a memory. You wander back to me. Eating BBQ on a park bench I can see those wet lips smeared with the wonderful taste only great BBQ can produce. Eyes closing during and after you took your bite.  I could never understand how you never lost a morsel to your blouse.  Was it a BBQ eating technique. Well mastered with time. That helped you eat every last piece of BBQ on your paper plate. Or, just because I smoked it. It matters not.

BBQ is the food of love for some. For others it is simply something they can’t live without.  For many it is both.  What ever the reason we think both are valid to crave the bounty of the smoker.  Rubbed and smoked BBQ on a roll. Or, New York style on a hero. “How about some ribs”, is the call I like to hear. That is what I like to devour most and I do devour to the extreme. Just can’t get enough of that well seasoned rub and BBQ sauce. Always remember the secret is in the rub.

Here is a tip for all you folks that are new to BBQ. If you have to use a lot of sauce it ain’t good BBQ. Remember the secret is in the rub. That is what I tried to convince that young lass as I she gave me a great big kiss of thanks and ran back to her daddy at the church social. Waving me a deep purple good bye.