lmTrying wrote:
Yeah, I can remember going to Pizza Hut 45 years ago, sliding into a booth, picking up that big shaker of pepper seeds, shaking out a bunch, and tossing them into my mouth and munching. No waitress, no water, everyone agast at what I just did. Today, there is a lot more than just peppers that I can no longer eat. So enjoy it while you can.
Our trips to that BBQ place were my senior year in High School and my first two years of college. So 1962 to 1965, I will be 77 October 8.
When I was in elementary school for several years my Grandfather owned a BBQ restaurant on the side of US60 just east of our hometown. My Mom, Dad, Uncle and Aunt ran it. We soon became the stop for truckers coming through, starting with people my Dad used to work with when he was a long haul driver. They passed the word, and we had to turn the small pasture next door into a parking lot for trucks. I still have the recipe for the BBQ sauce we used. It was developed by one of Dad's best friend's father, who did our BBQing. He was so good, a minister who had left our town in Western Kentucky and taken over a church 250 miles away in Arkansas came to pick him up once a year for his church's big BBQ fundraiser. You could shuffle ingredients around to make it a basting sauce. marinating sauce or for the shakers on the counter and tables. Just vary the amount of cayenne powder or Louisiana Hot Sauce, ketchup or vinegar to make it thick, thin, hot or safe for little kids.