BBQ Chicken Plate

Barbeque is one of those things that requires a certain "fill-ahhh-so-fee" 'fore one goes 'bout that slow smokin. That "fill-ahhh-so fee" is called by most folks "pay-shunts". What it means is that on that special weekend when yer goin' to do some smokin', ya first build a "fahr", let the coals simmer, throw on some greenstick and then the meat. Then ya gather the boys, includin' the longest-winded, most spell-bindin' yarn spinner in all the county. Once'in he gets there, everybody gets in rockers and starts the "whuskey". The stories begin, only interrupted by the high pitches of the coyotes and the grunts of the drunks while those rockers sway back 'n foath. After hecklin' the 'rageous ("Kissed a rattler on the lips"?) and snoozin' on the repeats ('Bout the time he rode "Killer" almost to the buzzer), that tumbleweed of a yarn spinner finally rolls up agin't a fence himself and falls off the porch. Nothin' heard then 'cept some powereful snoorin fueled by Jim Beam. Then, when somebody finally wakes up, it's time. Not to eat - just to throw another log on the "fahr".

That's what our "fill-ahhh-so-fee" is all 'bout. We think that with a Texas pit, Oklahoma hickory and home-grown Colorado beef and pork, its bound to be pretty dern not bad. 'An more 'n likely, you kin leave yer teeth at home.