Black: Barbecue...

So it's the day before Memorial Day and I've been working on my barbecueing skills so I was really pleased how the cookout went today. I had an array of barbecue/smoked meats: pork, franks, beef patties, and chicken. Of them all, the pork turned out the best and reminds me most of home. As soon as it crossed my lips, years of joy and pain came rushing back. Momma's cooking followed by the disdaine of eating bbq over a summer because the lights were cut off. hahaha...with every good, there's a bad...I'll never forget that.

It also reminded me of just how much black folks love them some barbecue. Sure, our white counterparts likely feel the same, but there's something about us and the wonderful aroma and taste of hickory...mmm...

And I love the way that I smell after working the pit. I took a shower before I got started and it's intoxicating how the smells of soap, deodorant, and smoke mingle to produce an aroma that just makes my spirit soar.

What's best is I got to share this with some of my best friends up here in L-town...hahaha, it's just like Momma used to do with us; win our hearts by winning over our stomachs. Growing up poor had it's benefits. :)