“After a month of researching barbecue joints in the Deep South, I loaded my trunk with Mason jars and plastic jugs full of barbecue sauce, more than 100 gallons in all. Then, heading home, my vehicle was rear-ended by a truck. No one was hurt, but the same could not be said for the souvenir sauce. It looked like the bloodiest accident in the history of automobiles.
I just basically wanted to lick the road.”
Bon Appetit!