I have this recipe book, The Barbecue America Cookbook, which has recipes and other interesting tid-bits about BBQ in it. One of the items was this list which I found rather intersting. The Supreme Commander said a couple of them sound familiar (should that worry me....)
How to tell if the griller you love has gone “Q” far…
They refer to BBQ as “the calling.”
They plan to go to a BBQ contest on your honeymoon.
They look longingly at the neighbors Great Dane and wonders out loud how it would taste smoked.
They think rubs, marinades, and meat are the four basic food groups.
Their will directs that their ashes be deposited in their grill with explicit instructions for cooking their funeral dinner with their “burnt offerings.”
They can rattle off whole recipes in minute detail but have trouble remembering the children’s names.
You catch them signing, “Praise Father, Son and Holy Smoke” at prayer meetings.
They drive several hundred miles out of their way just to visit a particular “Q” joint – for breakfast.
They have joined a lobby group pushing to replace the eagle with the pig on all forms of currency.
They wonder if the neighbor’s fence wouldn’t make good charcoal.
You ask for a nice back rub and they describe a mixture of paprika, sugar and chili pepper.
They own more than five articles of pig worship.
They think Viagra is a new brand of meat syringe.
More than half the refrigerator is devoted to something called Really, Really Hot I Mean It This Time
Plum and Orange Sauce.
A spice chart gets more of a rise out of them than a spicy video.
They regularly get into fights over which is better: tomato-or vinegar-based sauce
