This is a conversation I had last weekend with a friend of a friend. I don’t know what the conversation means – maybe he didn’t want to talk about it or maybe he is big guy who likes to talk about food above ANYTHING else.
Me: We were going to have some barbecue from Goode Company tonight but things didn’t work out. It’s a shame because I haven’t had any good barbecue in quite some time.
Friend: My fiancé’s dad makes great barbecue. After my fiancé’s brother’s funeral, her dad made some brisket and sausage that was amazing.
Me: Her brother’s funeral?
Friend: Oh… yeah… he died. The barbecue afterwards was awesome though!
Me: When did he die?
Friend: Like 2 of 3 years ago, I guess. The sauce was homemade, too – it had just the right mixture of heat and sweetness. Just fantastic.
Me: What did he die of if you don’t mind me asking?
Friend: I don’t know… some sort of cancer or something… The best part: there was a bunch left over, and guess who got to take it home? That’s right! Me! I had barbecue for days afterwards.
He had fond memories of that barbecue.