"We need to find out what they eat and drink in this neck of NC and start exporting it to the rest of the country..."
They eat chopped pork barbecue, that's what. And how I wish I could find it in other parts of the country.
Pence sounds great, obviously.
Given the review of pre-presidential bios, somebody name the one and only time (I'm pretty certain) a member of the U.S. House of Reps was elected president.
James Garfield and Abraham Lincoln
Adams went the other way, from being President to a member of the House. I will be interested to learn which member of the House was able to move into the Whitehouse.
"They eat chopped pork barbecue, that's what. And how I wish I could find it in other parts of the country."
I grew up in Ga and moved to TX when I was 30. The first time I ordered in a BBQ joint in Dallas, they brought me beef brisket. I handed it back to the waitress and told her I had ordered barbeque. She looked at me with cold steely eyes like I was nuts and said, "I brought you barbeque." (emphasis intended) That was the first time in my life that I ever knew people barbequed beef.
Now that I am over the age of sixty and have probably consumed as much or more "barbeque or barbecue" than maybe any other living mortal, I consider myself as an authority on the subject. My conclusion is that God made cows for practice. When he learned how to get it right; he made pigs.
After that, he taught Georgians how to make hash. Next time you are in Savannah, eat at Johnny Harris's and order a large bowl of hash. Tell em that I sent you and while you're there, check out the picture of President Reagan and Johnny.
The best commercial sauce is currently no longer available. It is Blackburn's Barbecue Sauce made in Jefferson, TX. Ever now and again, I call the Blackburn Syrup company on the outside chance they'll start producing it again. I offered to buy the rights to it, but they said I'd have to kill somebody to get it.
The best pork ribs are in Eagle Lake, TX. The son of the man that own's Austin's Grocery Store cooks on Thurs, Friday and Saturday and serves in the closed gas station next door until he sells out. If you are lucky, he may cook enough on Saturday that he will open on Sunday.
The best barbeque I have ever been privileged to eat was Smitty's on the Sand Bar Ferry Road in Augusta, Ga. Smitty died a number of years ago and the place closed up. He had a young grandson that used to help out when he was boy. Unless the grandson has taken up the business, Smitty's 'know how' may have died with him. My deceased brother-in-law made the best hash, but no matter how much I begged, the SOB wouldn't share the recipe with me. Smitty certainly deserves to be in Heaven so I figure regardless of what I deserve, there is an eternity of good barbeque in my future.