The Gibson's, David and I, have a history of cooking NC style BBQ.
The back story: David & I met at Troutman's BBG on Church St. in Concord. I was a waitress and he was a customer. He and his family had been coming there since he was 12. He was 22 when we met. Over the years I worked at 3 different locations and when I left I had been a store manager for several years. While there I learned a lot about cooking bbq which I have put into practice ever since.
Second back story: Daniel excels at finding perfect little gifts for us. A few Christmas's ago he gave me a fridge magnet that reads, "Dinner will be served at the sound of the smoke alarm." Truer words have not been said. Not because I can't cook but because our smoke detectors are extremely sensitive and unless the oven is spotless almost any cooking will set them off.
Today is BBQ cooking day. On a gas grill. On the carport. Invisible to passing cars except for the billowing smoke from the hickory chips which are smoldering away in a metal Ikea silverware basket that is perfect for this.
|This is the Ikea container. I have 3, only 1 is used on the grill.|
Ikea Stainless Steel Caddy I use
Lots. Of. Smoke.
|It's hard to photograph smoke.|
So, that new tradition I mentioned.
Having the Fire Department or County Sheriff arrive because a passing motorist thought our house was on fire. Today it was the Sheriff.
The funniest thing about today's incident was that David and I had talked about them showing up on previous occasions and are thinking about cooking again and taking it to the guys at the Fire Dept., about 1 block down the street.
And... for my non-southern friends. BBQ is a noun, not a verb.
Listen to Rhett and Link for more info.