Down the way, there was a barbecue joint. It was terrible how we had to smell barbecue all day and all night for years. Just terrible. Seven in the mornin, droolin for pulled pork, Lawd. If I wanna eat a mammal, there’s a 100% chance I’d like to eat pulled pork. I’d put it right up there with MIL’s corned beef and sweet gravy. Lower than her corned beef and sweet gravy, but up there. At those kinda places, I never choose chicken or brisket or ribs. I ain’t orderin a hamburger or some fried catfish. Nope. Always, always the pulled pork.
I hated how inconsistent their mac n’ cheese was, though. I wanted to see the mac n’ cheese and know who made it… Sometimes it was heaven, creamy and peppery and sometimes it was just mac n’ cheese, meh.
Like the potato salad memes. If you don’t know, you should Google potato salad memes. That’s how I do at the reunions. Walk down the line with MIL all, “Who made these noodles? Whose beans are these? What did Aunt Bee make?” I don’t care about the meat, I want the siiiiiides!
Back to my story now — A new name appeared above the place down the way and I wondered if they reorganized, but no, is whole new joint. Oh they got pulled pork.
They also have all the sides.
This is a real problem for me.
I want all the sides, okay?
It is so hard, too hard, to decide on the sides. You only get two. I die.
They got mac n’ cheese and fried okra and green beans and cole slaw and hush puppies and greens and baked beans and y’all, I wanna eat all those things.
So we were in the car today and the radio was all, blah blah stuff “pulled pork sliders” blah blah and I told The Mister that’s what I need. See, I need a lil pulled pork slider and then all the sides. Yes, all the sides. Maybe three bites of each. If you open a barbecue joint, you do that? Maybe you even get more business by offerin people like me a sides entree. Like two big sides and four little sides. Lotsa greens and slaw, and then a lil of this and that and a hush puppy. Okay, two hush puppies. I could a la carte my way to a big check and tighter pants, I really could.