This is the barbecue sauce that we had at many family picnics on Corliss Ave. I have a distinct memory of this sauce. but I don't know if it is a mish mash of several memories or if it is memory of one specific time. The charcoal grill was set up in the driveway of 190 Corliss and the chicken pieces that had been marinating in the sauce were ready to go on the grill. When the coals began to glow, Papa (in a pair of cutoff jean shorts), put the pieces on the grill and they sizzled and smoked. He then cooked, turned and mopped the pieces with more sauce until they were just the right amount of char and still juicy. And I am thinking he did this with a beer in one hand. I made this sauce and cooked some chicken a few weeks ago, but something was just missing.
When I first began my sourdough starter in March, I did not know quarantine sourdoughing was a thing. But I found myself home more like a lot of others and I had been wanting to try doing it and now I was home more to give it a try. Luckily, I had stocked up on flour as it got a little difficult to always count on being able to get it a few weeks in when everyone started stockpiling everything. I was not exempt from the food hoarding phenomena and while I did not go completely crazy, I did keep on hand many more things that I normally would. It certainly was disconcerting to find yourself at a grocery store with shelves completely cleared out of many items and rationing in place. It makes you realize just how spoiled you are being able to get what you want on a whim. So I started the process and now have been keeping it going for several months. While sometimes it does seem like a chore to feed it, I mostly find it very interesting to see it grow and use i...
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