BBQ is not a “hobby.” It is a way of life, a profound secular religion, with its own creeds and liturgy. I’ve been told than sucking down some of my spareribs cooked for hours over smoldering wood is a spiritual experience.
“BBQ” with a gas grill is not barbecuing, it is merely cooking outside.
There, see, I am a fundamentalist.
“Ribs” is a food group.