He had a certain grizzly bear passion for food that obviously rubbed off on me. And to this day, I don't know what was tougher, hitting his pitches or chewing those barbecued meats of his. Now, so many years later, when I smell a blazing barbecue I look around for my pop, wondering what little boy he's playing with now, and how good the barbecue is up in heaven. Dad, this one's for you. Happy Father's Day.
Barbecue is primal, fun food.
The sauce dripping down your face, the charred bits of deliciousness all over your hands, the creamy-sweet cole slaw, with lots of baked beans and french fries. Washed down with a few icy beers. You know what I mean. You've been there. Those are for another review.