Sunday, March 22, 2015

BBQ

It occurs to me that I've never given my readers a proper explanation of BBQ. Read on! My aim is to educate the non-southerners in the audience, but if I've mis-spoken, I hope the Memphians will correct me (kindly) :)

Q: What do you mean by "barbecue"?
A: Barbecue (and I believe it is culturally appropriate to abbreviate BBQ) in Memphis means pork that has been slow-cooked over wood. The most common cuts of meat are pork shoulder (for pulled pork) and ribs. You can also find BBQ chicken and beef brisket in Memphis, but those are the exception, not the rule.

It is very tasty...look at this mouth-watering photo!

Q: What is the best BBQ sauce for Memphis-style ribs?
A: Trick question! Real Memphis BBQ uses a dry rub to season the meat, not sauce. Sauce is commonly added to pulled pork, though. As best as I can tell, authentic Memphis sauce is tomato-based and a little sweet. Spice level can vary. It's definitely not mustardy like that gross stuff they serve over in the Carolinas!

Q: What side dishes are best with BBQ?
A: I'd be remiss if I didn't mention all the scrumptious side dish options! Meat is just one part of the meal. Common sides include coleslaw, baked beans (usually with meat bits in them), potato salad, deviled eggs, collard/turnip/mustard greens, potato chips, green beans (again, with meat bits), fries, and the ever-popular mac & cheese. Most places also give you some white bread or rolls, if you didn't already order a sandwich. In case you didn't pick up on it, BBQ is not a very vegetarian-friendly cuisine.

Q: Who has the best BBQ in Memphis?
A: I know better than to touch that question with a 10 foot pole! Personally, I appreciate BBQ nachos wherever they can be found :) That means tortilla chips covered in pulled pork, BBQ sauce, and cheese sauce. The adventurous eater can also add jalapenos.

Q: I am a Yankee moving to Memphis. I want to invite my new friends over for a BBQ. Do you think they will come?
A: Probably. First, check the college football/basketball schedule so you don't have a date conflict. Then, make sure you call the event a "grill out" or a "cook out." We don't say "a barbecue" here. It's not used as a countable noun. BBQ refers to pork that is cooked as described above. I'm pretty sure that if you say "we're grilling out," you are allowed to serve hamburgers and potato chips, or whatever else you like to cook on the grill. But fair warning, if you serve Tofurky dogs, you're not going to win many friends that way.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

The Beaver State

We hadn't been back to the Northwest for more than a year. I was starting to shrivel up from lack of moss exposure when luckily a family member's milestone birthday party called us west last month!

We hopped on the Oregon Trail of the air (plane travel, rather than wagon caravan, is definitely the way to go) and were soon enjoying the mildest winter Oregon has seen in a long time.

I got our tickets using frequent flier miles, which means our journey was a bit circuitous. On the way there, we had a 4 hour layover at LAX. I convinced DF that we needed to escape the airport and go say hello to the ocean, so we hailed a cab and headed to the nearest beach. I will say, it's a bit awkward to be wheeling your suitcase down a path with joggers and bike riders passing by. We also weren't really dressed appropriately for the 80 degree weather, having just come from the frigid south (that is not sarcasm). One kind-hearted lady stopped to ask us if we were lost!

We were rewarded for our efforts with lovely ocean breezes and wild flowers blooming.




And, we successfully made it back to LAX in time to catch our next flight, even though it did take the taxi driver awhile to find us. Apparently my directions of "we're at the intersection of Vista Del Mar and Imperial Hwy" were not specific enough...seems rather straightforward to me. Maybe I should have added, "I'm standing with a red polka dot suitcase"!

When we landed in Portland, I had to snap a picture of the famous carpet that's about to be replaced. This carpet has always stuck in my mind ever since I was a kid traveling with a stomach bug, staring at the floor, trying to distract myself from feeling sick by studying the color square patterns. Ah, the memories :)


We picked up our super snazzy rental car, a 2-door Fiat. I loved it! Maybe it was just some kind of observation bias, but I feel like I saw way more little cars driving around Oregon than I ever see in Memphis.


After that, we made a bee-line for the nearest Taco Time. I've probably eaten at Taco Time less than a dozen times in my life before, but recently I've developed a total craving for their crisp pinto bean burrito, and they have no locations anywhere near Tennessee! What is a pregnant lady to do?? I tried making my own at home. They turned out ok, but without a deep fryer, it's hard to achieve the correct level of crispiness. Fortunately there was a Taco Time right off the freeway where I could satisfy my craving. Unfortunately, writing about it now is making me want another burrito...

Once we arrived at our destination, we had a joyous reunion with family. My sister (let's call her The Hipster) was kind enough to take a day off work and show us around all the coolest new places. We enjoyed some curried tofu rice, played old-school arcade video games, and strolled the aisles of a fancy Italian market. We also hung out a coffee shop that offered not only soy milk for your latte, but also almond or hemp. Fancy!


A bit strangely, while we were there, the Governor of Oregon resigned in the wake of a finance-influence-improper use of the powers of the office scandal. I'm not sure I would have paid much attention if I hadn't been in the state at the time. Look what an informed citizen I am now!

When we went out to dinner later that night, I had to get salmon (of course). And DF enjoyed a microbrew sampler with his meal. I got to have a tiny taste of the amber. Oh, I miss good beer.


The evening wrapped up with a little bar hopping with my brother, Junior Fuzzy, who is now of legal age. We also got to tour a luxury apartment building that The Hipster is dying to live in, if only she had the funds.

The next day en route to the birthday festivities, Junior Fuzzy wanted to stop at Clear Creek Distillery that he'd read about online. They make "pure fruit spirits" using local northwest ingredients. That's right, they offer such products as Douglas Fir brandy. I did not imbibe, but those who did proclaimed the products to be tasty. Their big claim to fame is growing pears inside of bottles:


The rest of the trip consisted of lots of family fun and frivolity. It was great to see everyone who we don't get to visit as often as we'd like! I also got to spend an afternoon with a group of friends from high school, which is always wonderful. I'm so glad we've made it a point to stay in touch through the years.

Vacation was over far too soon, and away we went. Looking back through my pictures, I see I went a little crazy trying to capture the splendor of the Cascade range out the tiny plane window.



We had a short layover in Seattle, but it was long enough to grab a basket of my favorite airport food, Ivar's salmon and chips!


After an unexpected overnight in Dallas due to cancelled flights, we finally made it back home where Memphis was covered in a sheet of ice and snow. Guess I should have packed some Oregon sunshine in my suitcase...

Friday, March 13, 2015

Sip and See

Quiz: What does "sip and see" mean?

A: Finding out what animal is hiding in the bottom of your mug
B: A slang term for checking out the hotties at the bar
C: Drinking punch and cooing over a new baby

The answer is....C!

The sip 'n' see, as it's usually called, is a southern tradition that I'd never heard of before moving here. From what I can gather, it's an event that is held relatively soon after the birth of a new baby, where everyone comes over to see the little one and have some drinks and snacks. You can have one for your first baby. I think that for 2nd and subsequent babies, they kind of take the place of a pre-birth baby shower, presumably because the family already has a lot of the gear they'll need left over from kid #1.

A few weeks ago, I got to attend a sip 'n' see myself for a first-hand cultural experience! The event was for a friend who'd given birth to her second child about a month before. It was hosted at another friend's house. Not sure if people host their own sip 'n' sees or not...more field research is needed. Luckily for me, word got around that mom was most interested in receiving diapers and wipes, which made present shopping easy. 

I forgot to take very many pictures, but here's a couple. I've learned that decorations are essential for all southern events. Check out those fancy paper flowers!


Isn't that a lovely punch bowl? I sipped happily :)