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.
You know as well as I do that cooking BBQ over an open pit is not new.
Every culture does it and it usually runs parallel with an occasion like
a “party”. It most cases when, “the party gets to goin” when the
brisket and ribs are in the smoker and almost done. In my case and the
bunch I hang around with down here “gets to goin” we have a party
without a name or reason. It don’t matter because we got style. And we
got BBQ. That’s all we need . Oh yes, a few iced glasses of hard
lemonade and some frosty brews, kind of puts every thing in perspective.
We got ourselves a new and avid aficionado of BBQ . He just joined the
crew. Louie the Barber from Lindenhurst N.Y. Yeah, can you believe the
guy had been down here 20 years and never had BBQ. Well, we were all glad
to introduce him to it. It was our extreme pleasure and boy was it a
pleasure for the smoking mullet crew. Now, Louie took to BBQ so well
that he called his daughter to come on down and have a taste. The
fellas were especially courteous when she got down to chow down on some
feasty meaty and well rubbed ribs. Done up with those new spices we
imported from the mail order seed catalog. They are so potent that you
only have to use a bit as much as before. When she started to come in
sight I could see that this was going to be a treat to our eyes. Just as
much as BBQ is tasty. Stella was a knock out. So much so that I heard
one of the now interested on lookers exclaim, “Baby got her blue jeans
on“. It was like an alarm or warning that said, “don’t look you can be
transfixed and vexed”. I could see how that was possible and I didn’t
look or glance her way the whole day. Older and wiser is the phrase of
choice for that decision.
Two more satisfied customers addicted to BBQ. That is the idea. I just
go along promoting great BBQ. I do it out of love for the smoked
delicacy and my commitment to great BBQ and home style potato salad.
That is my work and I take it seriously. So watch it. “Cause I am
watching you...Sweetie."
