Cooking TipsA Barbecue Sauce Tale
My Uncle Arthur liked to talk, and a taste for exaggeration, so naturally he said to the best stories you ever heard. We might really turn the television off, when he started one of his tall tales. My favorite was his version of my granddad"s car accident, an event that happened at least twenty years back, and the tale had improved with every passing year. All of us children called it his barbecue sauce story, and it is going something similar to this :
"My dad, that"s your gramps, liked bbq sauce better than anything on God"s green earth," he would begin,"He would put it on everything he ate, even chocolate cake, and if he didn"t have barbecue sauce on something, at least one time a day, he would get just a bit cranky, and it wasn"t that comfortable to be around him when he was," Uncle Arthur continued with a chuckle.
"That day commenced badly, and stopped worse. To start things off, I used the last of the barbecue sauce on my eggs that morning, so dad did not get any for breakfast. It did not bother him much, as it was Tues., and my mom always made a new crop of barbecue sauce tuesday afternoon."Unfortunately," he went on,"Eddie, that"s"s your pop, selected that Tuesday to break his arm, and your gramps had to rush him to the Doctor"s. So there we were, me and granddad, and no barbecue sauce.
Then he dropped me off at the hospice to check on Eddie and Mom, and sped away, for home. He was giving more attention to his stomach than his driving, and sure enough, he got in a terrible wreck." Uncle Arthur always liked to take a dramatic pause right about then, and after a silent three-count, he would resume.
After about a week, my mother had had enough of doctors and surgeries. My pop was still out cold, and she required him at home. It was Tues., so she took a hotplate to the surgery and began making barbecue sauce right there in Grandpa"s room.