My wife of eight years, Mrs. Prosciutto LeSwine, is turning ever so slightly older today. Needless to say, I have a big day planned for her, and also needless to say it will be 100% barbecue-free. (Our prenuptial agreement requires that I celebrate Mrs. LeSwine’s birthday “with neither barbecue nor swine of any form.”) At any rate, if you see Mrs. LeSwine today tell her happy birthday and that her husband loves her even if she rarely ever reads his barbecue blog.
I have no idea where this photo originated, but it is certainly impressive. Merry Christmas everyone, including those of you who have way too much time on your hands (meat nativity scene creators and barbecue bloggers, for instance).
I’m not sure what to make of this YouTube video by “CoffeehousePorcupine” in which he slowly expounds upon his love for North Carolina barbecue, but I think I love it. Either this guy is completely sincere or he’s a master of deadpan surrealism; regardless, the video is fairly awesome. That said, one could quibble with CoffeehouseP’s summary of North Carolina BBQ: “The barbecue is different in different areas of the state. You have a sort of a brown sauce on the west coast, you have a red sauce on the east. I’ve tried both, I like the brown.”
Barbecued fox? Well, not really barbecued fox, but rather a local Fox affiliates’ take on “Ten Great N.C. Barbecue Restaurants.” See Sarah Palin’s favorite Triangle area TV station’s ‘cue list here. Top 10 lists are always suspect and always generate debate so I’ll stay out of the fray like my middle name is Switzerland (it is not in case you were wondering, it’s Djibouti).
Speaking of great restaurants, I’ll be posting more reviews soon… it has been hard finding much time to write lately but I promise to shake of the summer heat and sweat out some more original content soon.
A tip of the snout to alert reader Eric “Cracklins” Calhoun, who noticed this gem of an article. To sum up the Associated Press story, a trucker driving on I-5 in Washington state “choked on some spicy pork rinds, lost control of his truck on an interstate and jackknifed it before coming to a stop in a muddy ditch.”
If you must consume pork while driving, I find that it is much safer to eat a tender BBQ sandwich, though the dripping sauce and grease can make it difficult to grip the wheel.
Regional grocery store giant Food Lion is based in Salisbury, NC, one of the most important (if underappreciated) barbecue towns in North Carolina due to its role as perhaps the birthplace of so-called “Lexington-style” barbecue. Thus, one might expect that the folks at Food Lion would understand how to properly use the word “barbecue.” One would be wrong.
Food Lion is currently offering a promotion called “Backyard BBQ with Keith Urban.” Does this contest offer as a grand prize a Salisbury area pig pickin’ with the New Zealand-born pseudo-country star? No, it does not. Rather, by purchasing a bag of Kingsford Charcoal or a bottle of (ahem, cough cough) KC Masterpiece sauce, shoppers are entered into a contest to attend a “BBQ” (i.e., a cookout) in Nashville, TN with Mr. Urban. According to Food Lion’s website, no purchase is necessary (except for the charcoal or sauce?) to win this “intimate VIP experience.”
I am sure Keith Urban can throw a mean cookout, but no intimate VIP experiences for me, thank you very much. I’ll stick to pork shoulders cooked over hickory coals and flavored with some Salisbury-made dip.