This post was supposed to be about Bar-B-Q, specifically, the start of a series of posts about my adventures sampling the best and worst roadside joints that are dotting all of the backroads — and let’s face it, this being Alabama, they are ALL back roads — that I travel betwixt and between places like Daleville, Tuscaloosa, Muscle Shoals, Alex City, and Eufala.
But, like most projects cooked up with half a buzz from strong drink and the half remembered kick of ambition, it has begun in failure. Failure and a promise to actually accomplish it next time.
Like our friend Ol Tassle-Booted Tom Petty said “Lemme get to the point”: I got nothin right now of consequence, but I will post about steaming hunks of chopped pork, all sorts and flavors of sauce, slaw, beans and Brunswick stew, as soon as I can.
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