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In Reply to: What Does BBQ mean to you? posted by Frank Bailey on August 14, 2013 at 14:51:41:
The time the pet goat (mine as I had an allergy to milk) jumped over the fence - almost. It was good eatín.
Helping (sorta) dad raise the pigs (that I helped raise) up and lower them into the scalding water so they could be scrapped.
Chop the neck with an ax on the tree stump and watch them flop around until they stopped and then into the scalding water so we could pluck them.
Tending the fire at Stameyís overnight in Lexington
The fire in the middle of the jungle with some bird (maybe chicken is what we told the city boys) roasting on sticks. Beat the hell out of the 1942 era Cís.
Donít ask, donít tell meats on a grill in numerous third world countries. It least it was cooked and damn good, especially if you were hungry.
I could go on but at 70, no one tends to believe you. Memories never to be forgotten.
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