Barbecues were a focal point of my early nourishment. When I was young, hundreds of guests would arrive on special occasions for barbecues that consisted of long trenches specially dug on my father’s property. Wire was laid over these trenches to hold hundreds of pounds of chicken and ribs of pork, which were then basted for hours until the meat shredded at a touch.
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