Category: Barbecue

“Muy Perozoso*” Tanka 298

Him-A-Cane litter

coats the yard, street and roof still.

I wait for leaf-fall!

 

The twigs will start my ‘que fires;

big branches will give me smoke!

 

*(It’s been more than 50 years since last I studied Spanish in high school…Perezoso or Perozoso?  I quandary the term for Lazy?  I can hear Sra. Williams still in her Puerto Ricana voice chide one of her better students – she made me take Spanish II and III together and all I did was take Spanish because there was this girl named Barbara….I did talk Spanish to her, I said, pointing across the row of desks when Sra. Williams so peremptorily interrupted my conjugation of the verb amare.)

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“A Taste Not Taken” Tanka 193

These dark walls wept red

with such a slight taste of rage:

all for a sandwich!

Seventeen-hour brisket

still not done – but I sure am!

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“A Taste Not Taken”

These dark walls wept red

with such a slight taste of rage:

all for a sandwich!

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“Street-corner ‘Cue On Friday Nights”

Titusville street food:

half-slab vinegar spare ribs

and two soft white clouds*!

 

*(modern code en(farce)ment has all but completely quashed this South’ren Tradition of street-corner barbecue ribs, heavy on the vinegar-red pepper mop, served with two slices of the cheapest possible white bread.  Hot sauce on request!  The short walk from the Titusville town stadium – Draa Field – to the newspaper office – Star-Aggravate {advocate} went right by the county courthouse with a gas station right hard by the railroad tracks some three blocks from the paper…I stopped for two sandwiches, shared a beer with the pitmaster, told him the score and if any of his kids or friends kids either did well or raised hell and wished him well before I went to do my sports writerly thing.  What a shame health and pristine fly- and mosquito-lessness killed off a poor Black Man’s beer money and my taste for his ‘cue)

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