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Paprika Roasted Pork & Figgy BBQ Sauce

The thing is – I didn’t start out looking to cook a hunk of pork. I wanted chicken… I wanted chicken of my childhood. I wanted chicken of my childhood that came from the Winn Dixie just down the street from where I grew up. It was “barbecued chicken”, and I put that in those little ” “ because it really wasn’t even barbecue. Long before (and I mean really long… I’m 53 after all) every mass market grocer and discount bulk package foodery started carrying those horrendous rotisserie chickens, just about every neighborhood market carried a whole, fresh-cooked barbecued chicken. It was smoky. It had a funny pasty spicy sauce rubbed into every little skin tuck, arm pit, crack and giblet then baked until it was fall-off-the-bone tender… then stuffed in an aluminium foil bag where all those aromas – juices – steam – permeated every inch of that bird. The wing tips and drumstick joints were always a little extra crispy.  It was disgustingly sticky.  It was instantly recognizable. It is still one of …

Navigating the Rut

I know it’s inevitable, we get wrapped up in the day-to-day of our lives and really just stop thinking about certain things. We get up, dress, work, drive… We roam around in a fog doing things automatically… and we make rationalizations for it. That sandwich shop you’ve eaten a turkey on rye every day for the last two weeks – I’m busy, it’s my Go To lunch (and you’ve got a little lettuce on your chin… again…) That you pull on the same yoga pants and sweat shirt when you walk in the door –  they’re my Go To lounge wear (never mind they’re thread-bare and you look like a hobo) That you’ve worn the same suit as long as anyone can remember – It’s classic… and besides, it’s my Go To suit (the padded shoulders do make you look taller) … your go to dinner, you can make with your eyes closed … that go to restaurant, that serves a little bit of everything so no one has to think … the go to market, you instinctively …