BBQ Tour

So, for any of you that have been living under a double wide for the past few months- forgive me for those of you we just haven't told. Terry and I are setting off tomorrow for 7 glorious days traversing the south–with my parents (Pola and Hayward) in a very large RV–in search of some damn good BBQ.

Well it’s 7:30. We are rolling through the Cherokee National Forest (also part of the Blue Ridge Parkway) heading towards Asheville . The sun is setting on this dense forest- that blue gray green forest- so thick you couldn’t cut it with a pinto bean fart.

This entry is dedicated to our dearest friends Wendy and Linda.

After we get everything back in its place this morning, mom turns to me and says “so, you wanna drive?” Hey, it’s no race car driving school, but hell yeah I wanna take that beast on. Let’s Roll!

The pulled pork technique, famous throughout the south, originated from rural slaves who were often given the less desirable parts of the pigs to consume. Southern slaves would cook these parts in a pit for hours at a time until tender.

Longest day of travel is today. Roan Mountain to Johnson City to Chuky to Knoxville to Nashville .

We stopped off in Chuky to visit with Bill and Nori Morgan- good friends of the ‘rents. They have property on an airstrip and are in the process of building a condo in the hangar so that they’ll have somewhere to live while they build the house- this is what retired people do- build things to live in while they are building other things. Can you people just retire- sit on the front porch and do nothing. geese.

I could live in Nashville . It’s colorful and young. It’s the old south embracing new conventions and new ideas- maybe music is a sufficient vehicle to move forward in.

Jack’s BBQ: Located right in the heart of Nashville this BBQ establishment has a wealth of followers, proof of which adorns the walls throughout. The line up is cafeteria style, brisket, pulled pork, ribs, whatever your pleasure. It is here in downtown Nashville where I have tasted the most succulent beef brisket of our entire trip.

OK, so it was a lofty itinerary and the booze got dissed. Que Shamo!

So we had to spend the night in the parking lot at the A&L RV center 10 miles outside of Murfreesboro, so we had to take short showers and eat at the Huddle House (don’t call me a Waffle House traitor, there was none in the vicinity).