Very well said, Joe.
I'm with you on the sauce issue. But I
love sauces and I love making them. To me, the Q needs to stand on its own--it should not need sauce at all--and then the sauce (served on the side) should be strictly complementary. The sauce, tasted alone, should be balanced as well--no one thing dominating, nothing skewing it one way or the other--and, when added to the Q, the original test of nothing dominating should still stand; it should only add complementary flavors/texture and not detract from the original unsauced taste/texture of the Q in any way. Of course, this can be difficult to pull off especially if one tries to do this each time and each time makes a different rub and a different sauce, as I do. Since I do not compete I am not constricted by cooking to expectations (other than my own) nor, more importantly, do I need to come up with one set of variables that I am able to repeat over and over again. Each cook is a new one for me. And that is what makes it so enjoyable for me. It stays fresh.
Not the polite "this is good", but an unmistakable, unfeigned realization on their part that they are experiencing that rare combination of meat, smoke, spice, and maybe sauce.
Excellently written. This reminds me of your blog where you wrote of the essence of barbecue being sharing it with others. I think this applies to cooking in general; it does for me anyway. I think this captures it (from Joey Mac's blog at
BBQblog.com, specifically
this post:
"So the next time you’re toiling on a Saturday morning over proper arrangement of chicken thighs or parsley, pause just a moment (which honestly, at a competition is all you have), and remember that the real essence of BBQ is not in the perfect rib, or 180 brisket, or in the Grand Champion trophy. No, the real essence of BBQ is sharing: sharing food, sharing drink, and sharing conversation and camaraderie with your friends…and family. That is the award each and every one of us takes away from this pastime…the ability to share our craft, our talents, our passion, with all those close to us.
As I sat waiting to go to the funeral of my uncle, my wife spoke to me about plans for the weekend. “Maybe you should cook up some pork? It’d be nice to share with…” I replied, “Yes, yes we should, I’d like that.” Somehow the thought of helping a friend through some troubling times comforted me tremendously. And the thought of being able to do it while playing in the smoke was the therapy I craved."
No one has said it better than that.