I can't recall if I've ever mentioned it here, but my dad was a huge fan of all things barbeque. He would drive all over Tennessee, Georgia, and South Carolina if he heard about a good barbeque place to try.
The quest for barbeque was a holy mission for Dad.
Our favorite place when I was a kid in Augusta was a place called Brown's, a small place with old formica dinette tables and chairs, nothing fancy, where they had the best barbeque in Augusta. After we moved up to Knoxville when I was 8, Dad had barbeque shipped up to us on a couple of occasions. It was that good.
I am excited to announce that as part of my April giveaways, I will be giving away some barbeque products from Sucklebusters. a company out in Texas. Dan Brown of SuckleBusters is sending me some products to try, and I can hardly wait. I may have to go buy some Boston butt pork roasts and put them on the grill next week. YUM.
Grilling is only a recent tradition in America. I bet you didn't know that. Dad liked to tell the story of one of my uncles coming back from World War II - I can't remember if it was Bobby or Lewis - and showing Dad and his parents how to grill a steak. He dug a hole out in the yard, built a fire, and covered it with an old refrigerator shelf, I think it was. He bought steaks and cooked them over that pit fire. Dad said it was wonderful. Thus the Thompson grilling traditions were born.
IN OTHER NEWS
It's been a weird day, watching the skies all day to determine if we can play some of our April 2nd tennis matches tonight at 6, since everyone on the team will be gone for spring break from April 2-9. As of 4:30 the Weather Channel says there's only a 15% chance of rain at 6, so I am hoping we can get the matches done.
I had a million errands to do this morning, including picking up a few things at Kroger. I forgot Mother's tonic water. Tonic has quinine in it, and it's helpful for folks who suffer from leg cramps. She drinks it a lot - without vodka, I should add. So on the way back I pulled into a tiny liquor store not far from our house, to get the tonic. I had not been in a liquor store in years and years. I just rarely drink anything. I buy most of my wine at the grocery store, 'cause we ain't fussy about beer and wine. I'm in the liquor store marveling at the variety of stuff in there. There's a poster showing a broken Crown Royal bottle on a beach, the liquor dribbling into the sand, and it's titled "Oh Hell no." That made me chuckle.There was the beginning of a story line, but no resolution. Marketing idiots.
I also wanted to giggle at the black guy that came in while I was there and bought a huge jug of wine, two cans of pineapple juice, some club soda, and a ginormous dill pickle. He bought several other things, too, but I didn't see it all. I thought, how are you gonna carry all that to the car, and not have your pants fall down around your ankles?!? He was sagging, big time. Probably thought he was being healthy with the pineapple juice and the pickle. Yikes.
I walk out to get to my car, and there's a small muscle car parked in front of the door, and it was colored a deep pink/purple shade you would never, ever find on any car, even a Mary Kay cadillac. It had custom wheels, too. I wondered if that was the ride for Mr. Saggy Pants Pineapple Pickle Dude; you feel me dawg?!
HELPING AN ADOPTIVE FAMILY
I posted this on Facebook today, but for those of you not on there, please read:
