I’m off to Kentucky to visit the in-laws. I’ll have limited Internet access for the next few days, so am likely to be dark until next week.
Saturday we’re heading to Owensboro to attend the International Bar-B-Q Festival, the oldest in the country. Whereas barbecue means pork throughout most of the south, or beef in Texas, Owensboro’s claim to fame is mutton. Makes sense to me — what better to do with stringy, gamey meat than to dry-roast it for hours on end, then slather it in pungent sauce?
You just know there will be pictures and much commentary. So stay tuned!