now i have to visit memphis to get you to give me a taste o those delights.
i will eat anything that don't bite me, but, i like to know that it ios
prepared by an expert. don't want to decide i like or don't like something
unless i know it is prepared in the way it should be. bbq ed "possum on the
half shell", sounds interesting. so does the diamond back.
From: Bobby Greer [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Thursday, March 16, 2000 10:19 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: bubba-Q
In a message dated 3/16/00 3:05:02 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< We used to do that at my Grandpa's farm in Hackleburg, AL. Cook that
all night and the next day and then everyone would "pull pork". Hard work,
as I recall, but well worth the effort. Loved the cracklin's. Now there's
something that'll slap your arteries shut! My grandma (other side of the
family) would make head cheese and serve pork brains and eggs for breakfast.
It was ok if you didn't know what you were eating. Kind of like mountain
oysters--they had a much different taste after I found out from whence they
came. ;>) >>
You deep South boys kill me. When ya'll say barbeque, you usually mean pork.
You don't fully appreciate barbequed armadillo or diamond back rattlesnake.
Venson is to tough to barbecue