Struttin' With Some Barbecue

Struttin' With Some Barbecue
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No less than esteemed Barbecue aficionado Jeff Fitzgerald, Genius, in his piece “Struttin’ With Some Barbecue," has claimed that the subtle alchemy that exists in the interplay between smoke and meat is perhaps the most exacting cooking technique.
The contributions the South has made to America are innumerable and varied. My beloved Virginia, for example, gave such priceless gifts as the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and seven presidents (I do not count William Henry Harrison, because he was a dumbass). We gave the nation Smithfield ham, Virginia peanuts, Eskimo pies, and the first truly American cookbook. And that's just a tiny portion of gifts from one part of the South. On the whole, we've given this country more goodies than China has given us cookie-cutter strip mall Chinese restaurants.

As far as the collective body of American music is concerned, we gave it a heart in the Blues, a soul in Jazz, a healthy set of reproductive organs in Rock 'n' Roll, and a redneck cousin who shows up to family reunions with a case of Bud Light and a bucket of KFC in Country. We were playing Jazz when the rest of the country was still singing folk songs about corn.

On the subject of food, the South is the birthplace of America's indigenous cuisine. We were eating fried chicken while Yankees were still boiling the hell out of everything and feeding lobsters to prisoners. The North may have been the birthplace of such classic American staples as pizza, hot dogs and hamburgers, but the South gave us jambalaya, Smithfield ham and Barbecue. Which would you rather have for Sunday dinner?

Speaking of Barbecue (were we? Oh yeah, that last paragraph), there are few more elementally perfect foodstuffs in existence. No less than esteemed Barbecue aficionado Jeff Fitzgerald, Genius, in his piece "Struttin' With Some Barbecue" for AllAboutJazz.com, has claimed that the subtle alchemy that exists in the interplay between smoke and meat is perhaps the most exacting cooking technique. When done well, it produces a glorious culinary triumph. Done poorly, it is a crushing disappointment on the scale of Star Wars Episode I.

At this point, I'd like to clarify the meaning of the word Barbecue for our unfortunate non-Southern readers. Barbecue is a proper noun, it is pork cooked low and slow over direct heat. Any other meat cooked in that style is known as "barbecued." Any meat, including pork, that is cooked or preserved by smoke over indirect heat is "smoked." Hot dogs or hamburgers incinerated over high heat on the backyard Weber are "grilled." Steaks cooked well-done on a propane grill are "ruined."

With the advent of "foodie" culture and the increased interest in food media, more people are aware of Barbecue now than perhaps at any other time in our history. Barbecue joints are opening up in such unlikely places as hipster-infested Williamsburg, Brooklyn and hippie-clogged Portland. The condiment aisle at the local grocery is no longer the province of a few brands of faux Kansas City-style smoked ketchup sauces, even if that is still considered the de facto standard BBQ 'taste.' The holy trinity of Carolina sauces—Eastern NC style, Western or Lexington NC style, and midland SC style—are finding purchase among the KC Masterpiece and Sweet Baby Ray's, the same way craft beers found their way into the cooler with the pale yellow swill that passed for American beer in the dark days when Corona was still considered a fancy import.

Before we delve deeper into the obvious topic of Barbecue sauces, which some people (fools) believe is what 'makes' Barbecue, it might be helpful to first discuss the various regional styles. These differing methods and flavors can be considered hard and fast. No self-respecting Eastern NC style joint like Wilber's or Skylight Inn is going to put ketchup in their sauce, nor will a central Texas market style haven like Kreuz's or Smitty's serve you whole hog pulled pork. And if you went into a great midland SC place like Hite's or Sweatman's and smothered your Barbecue in Kraft barbecue sauce, they're going to go ahead and assume you came looking for an ass-whipping.

Barbecue is an art, and like any art, it can be divided into distinct schools. The Eastern Carolina school, which stretched along the coast up into Virginia and down into South Carolina and Georgia, uses a whole hog and a thin, vinegar and pepper sauce which I refer to as the Mother Sauce. The Western Carolina, or Lexington school, uses that faster cooking pork shoulder and a light tomato sauce that is essentially the Mother Sauce with ketchup and sugar. The midland South Carolina school also uses pork shoulder and, thanks to a significant population of German settlers, adds mustard instead of ketchup to the Mother for a tangy and sometimes sweet sauce.

The Memphis school focuses on ribs that are covered in a dry rub. There are other styles of BBQ in Memphis, though, and some that use a tomato-based sauce with the bittersweet edge of molasses. Memphis is also known for a unique creation called barbecue spaghetti, which is what it sounds like; the less-desirable meat from the underside of a rack of spareribs, diced and put over pasta with BBQ sauce.



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