Quotes About Barbecue

Q: Why can't Chinese barbecue? A: Because the rice falls through the grill.

I love using gas grills because they are easier to heat and it's much easier to control the flames with a gas grill than with a charcoal fire. Grilling is not just about lighting a fire.

The 4th of July combines the two things Americans love most in one day: alcohol and explosives.

Beer, that cold amber drink so good for friendship,

Being so closely related to the South, barbecue was part of segregation and helped defeat it.

My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.

I still love making hamburgers on the grill. I guess whenever I eat them childhood memories come up for me.

I love New York, but am happy to be away from it. I really like small towns, with welcoming barbecue restaurants.

Barbecue sauce is like a beautiful woman. If it's too sweet, it's bound to be hiding something.

All normal people love meat. If I went to a barbeque and there was no meat, I would say 'Yo Goober! Where's the meat?'. I'm trying to impress people here Lisa. You don't win friends with salad.

Barbecue is the good old technique of people making a fire and putting some stuff over the top - I mean, look at the S'more: it's just got a stick. A lot of those goofy toys, it's people who are looking at things to do. I think if you focus on the food, at the most you need tongs or a spoon to flip something; that's about it.

...if ever the sun rises upon Barbecue, its flavor vanishes like Cinderella's silks, and it becomes cold baked beef - staler in the chill dawn than illicit love.

On the barbecue pit, chickens and spareribs sputtered in their own fat and a sauce whose recipe was guarded in the family like a scandalous affair.

I think Korean barbecue is very accessible to Americans because it's sort of similar to something we know, but with different flavours.

I hope I will have a family. A house, with a garden, will be nice. And I would love a barbecue! Just very simple things and a passion to work hard.

Billy, you got that there barbecue ready yet, boy?" "Yes, sir. Coals are hot and gray. You wanted them gray, didn't you, Cookie?" "What color gray?" There was a pause. "Sort of medium." "Huh." Cookie closed the back door and grinned at Zane. "I screw with him because he makes it so easy.

We run several thousand head of steers. Those are the ones that end up on your barbecue. I have another few hundred head of cows for breeding purposes." "No bulls?" she asked, unable to keep from grinning. He sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "A dozen or so.

Cubby's one of the best pitmasters in the world. His brisket is so falling-apart tender you'd swear it was cooked in butter. Folks would travel miles to sample Queen's house-made sausage, her vegan portobello sandwiches with creamy remoulade, and her Texas sheet cake.

The Next Go-To Spot. The tender brisket, with a crust as perfect as praline candy, will make you want to brave the rush-hour traffic just to sample it. The sauces are smooth as silk and layered with infusions of spice. Rather than being an afterthought, the sides deserve a life of their own. Margot Salton is a sorceress, wielding her unique mastery over wood and smoke and fire . "Wow," Margot said. "That's a damn love letter. Thanks, sugarman74.

Still smiling she carried the TV through the doorway; then she gave it the strongest heave she could manage... When it hit Alan's oversized brick barbecue and the glass front of the TV smashed, Leslie didn't think she'd ever heard a more satisfying sound.

5. Remove the pan from the oven, and use two forks to pull the meat apart in the pan juices, shred-ding it coarsely. 6. For each sandwich, halve a poppy seed roll. Spoon about 2 tablespoons heated barbecue sauce over the bottom. Using a slotted spoon, pile about 1 cup of the shredded meat on the roll. Then pour 2 or 3 tablespoons sauce over the meat, and cover with the top half of the roll. 7. Serve with additional barbecue sauce on the side.

Mom sprinted down the driveway and hugged Myron as though he'd just been released by Hamas terrorists. She also hugged Brenda. So did everyone else. Dad was in the back at the barbecue. A gas grill now, thank goodness, so Dad could stop loading on the lighter fluid with a hose. He wore a chef's hat somewhat taller than a control tower and an apron that read REFORMED VEGETARIAN.

My earliest memories are of watching 'Star Trek' and 'MASH' while my parents barbecued chicken in the back yard. I was an American kid, through and through.

My favorite thing to do... is to get my big trailer grill and smoke some meat and sit around with my buddies all day for 12 hours cooking that and then eat at the end of the day.