On Thu, 14 May 2020 15:52:58 -0400, Sheldon Martin <
penm...@aol.com>
wrote:
>On Thu, 14 May 2020 11:06:50 -0700 (PDT), "
itsjoan...@webtv.net"
><
itsjoan...@webtv.net> wrote:
>
>>On Thursday, May 14, 2020 at 12:44:38 PM UTC-5, jmcquown wrote:
>>>
>>> I'm not a big fan of pulled pork sandwiches to begin with. I much
>>> prefer grilled ribs. Dry ribs, not ribs slathered with sauce.
>>>
>>If we're ever at a barbecue feast you can have the ribs and I'll take
>>the pulled pork. :o)
>>>
>>> Back in TN when we had meetings at work they'd often have BBQ pulled
>>> pork catered/delivered from Corky's BBQ. It was a build your own
>>> sandwich setup in the conference room. They provided the sauce on the
>>> side. Yes, thank you, please allow me to determine how much or how
>>> little (or not at all) sauce to add to my sandwich. IIRC it was a
>>> vinegar based sauce.
>>>
>>Yes, every restaurant or backyard get together with smoked meats it's
>>always been 'add whatever and how much sauce on your sandwich.' I've
>>never been anywhere where the meat was swimming in barbecue sauce.
>>>
>>taste of the meat. GRRRRRRRR
I love a good NYC deli style coleslaw but alone on a plate or in a
bowl, not mixed with any other foods, not even on a frankfurter or
burger. When I knew my father was coming for a visit I'd fill a 12
quart pot... he'd kill for anything made with cabbage; slaw, kraut,
soup. In fact when he slept over he'd be up all night eating until it
was all gone, and I knew that so I made another 12 quarts stored on
the sly in the basement fridge for him to take home. He always said
my slaw was better than anything he could buy. And since he was born
and raised in Riga, Latvia, the cabbage and vodka capital of the
world, he couldn't resist cabbage dishes... I think stuffed cabbage
and cabbage soup were his favorites but slaw and kraut were up there
too. If he knew I was making a big bowl of slaw he'd wake up from the
grave to be here. When I introduced him to fried cabbage and egg
noodles he swooned, he'd not leave the pot until he emptied it,
thinking someone would beat him to it. My father loved my cooking,
and he knew good food, his mother and father were both fantastic
cooks, everything from scratch, there was no other way back then. They
prepared wonderful preserves, they had a large fruit orchard, , right
close by to here in the southern Catskills, Woodridge, NY...
once a gorgeous village, now a festering dump since the furchtinkenah'
orthodox Jews took it over.