I'm Talking Barbeque

I don't know what it is lately, but I have been eating like I'm "going to the chair", as Bea would put it. After Thanksgiving I stepped on the scale and realized that I was pushing maximum density, and that it was time to step away from the fridge and the late-night rifling.

It is very hard, but I've been a good girl all this week, except for a few gumdrops, which are easy enough to rationalize.

But it isn't cutting it - I'm craving; have been craving ever since Thanksgiving, some really good Down East NC Barbeque. In this part of the world, there is a lot of it to be had, but it isn't all on the same level of OMFG That's Orgasmically Good, so I went hunting with The Google and found some conveniently located choices. The best list of where to go was compiled by this guy and he's pretty thorough. Many of the places he listed I've been to and agreed with his rating, so I think I can trust his opinion.

However...in my opinion, the very best barbeque is made by this man:Unghhhh! My mouth is watering, just remembering how good this stuff was! The Daveman goes on down to Smithfield to buy his hog from Nahunta, and he usually gets a Duroc, which are known for their quantity of lean meat, and I will testify...M R Good!

He trekked his cooker all the way out to the upper Outer Banks, above Corolla, so he was toting it up the beach, to make us some kick-ass barbeque for the Fourth of July. Slow-cooked it all day, while we were frolicking on the beach, and then we demolished it. The guy on the right, below, said he was going to "go Roman on us", and eat until he puked - it was very close - and while it may seem excessive, understand that he lives in Washington State, where the 'Que don't shine, so he was making up for a long absence from his beloved pork. It isn't traditional, but I can't help but wonder just how a Pig Pickin would go down with the family, in place of Christmas Dinner...yeah, probably not so well.

Sigh...

Mmmmm....barbeque....hushpuppies....fixins....ten pounds added to my ass...