Stars n Stripes Forever

Atlanta

Yes, another Q-centric holiday. :) It’s raining. Q is muddy and it’s too soggy to be out all day watching the ribs on the grill. Instead we’ve headed to Williamson Brothers for some BBQ, and will watch the fireworks on TV. (Now that’s being ultra lazy since we live right down the road from a big fireworks show & party.

Today seems like a good day to talk about the words Grill and BBQ. Where I come from, Southern California, BBQ is what you cook foods on outdoors. Here, in the south, grill is what you cook on, and BBQ is what you eat. Oh yeah, and if it’s BBQ it’s pig.

I’m not one who grew up eating BBQ (that is BBQ in the southern sense). Shortly after I moved to Atlanta I became very sick and underwent some surgery for “wimmens stuff”. (That phrase usually prevents people from asking for details.) This was serious stuff. I had to have a blood transfusion. As Bubba as my witness, not long after I was recovered I was craving BBQ. We figure I it must have been that does of southern blood I received. No word of a lie, BBQ cravings. I also started saying stuff like “no word of a lie”, “fixin ta”, and “mightshould”.