My spam folder brought me a recipe for North Carolina Chopped Barbecued Pork this week. I loooooove Barbecued Pork. Fred makes it every once in a while and it is so good. I don’t know what his recipe is because he won’t tell me, in fact, he’ll even go to the grocery store for the ingredients to keep from telling me what’s in it. How’s that? He won’t go to the grocery store for any other reason, but when it comes to his barbecued pork, he’s there.
I told him about this week’s recipe and he insisted that I not make it. He said that the only barbecued pork that will be in his house is his own recipe. I reminded him that I live here too and that he was just being too silly for words, but I’d go along with it. This time.
Fred swears that this recipe is different from his, but of course, he won’t tell me how different. I tried the ‘I want to make it after you die’ trick and he told me that his recipe was going with him to the grave. He is such a silly man sometimes.
Until next time, toodles!