from washington, i aimed for chapel hill, north carolina. north carolina is a rogue state, experiencing a civil war that is as heated as jennifer aniston and angelina jolie at a dave’s bridal shop sale. it’s between two cousins as the york lancaster or the hatfield and mccoy families. (both of them lower class as all get out!)
lexington and eastern. two strands of how to do that bbq. lexington (piedmont style–mostly in the west part of the state) barbecue is ketchup, vinegar, pepper. with sweetening that makes your mouth feel like a snake’s parotid glands vibrate because there’s a mouse in the cage. this style only uses the pork shoulder. eastern style is taking every part of the pig except the squeal and only uses a dry vinegar and pepper marinade. there have been bills in the north carolina statehouse over the issue of which is the best of north carolina and some lawsuits between competing barbecue festivals and restaurants. me? i’ll take it all.
i headed immediately for mama dips.
so here’s a little bit of food porn from lunch with my sistahs!