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Return to Virginia Business - March 2003

B-B-Q King: “I hear a pig calling my name”

by Joshua Covington
for Virginia Business
March 2003

I sling pork on the weekends. I’m not especially proud of it, nor am I ashamed — lots of writers and students have day jobs. Mine just happens to send me home at night reeking of smoky swine. Writing is a cleaner job, however, so when asked to do a piece on the subject I jumped at that chance.

Taking on the task has proven more difficult than first expected. Little did I know there are many more styles of Q than just my version. Depending on the region of the country in which you live, types of barbecue, methods of preparation and sauces can vary as widely as Virginia’s weather in March. In the Carolinas, people prefer the whole hog cooked directly over the coals, smothered in a thin vinegary sauce. Natives of Memphis lean toward a mixture of spices called rub, covering their otherwise sauceless pork. Those hailing from Kansas City seem to enjoy their pig lathered in a thick sweet sauce. Of course here in the Old Dominion, we like a little of everything, depending on exactly where you go to find it.

Often called the only truly American food, barbecue has been eaten by hungry people for many centuries, before European explorers even set foot here. The tasty meat soon caught on with settlers and quickly became an undeniable aspect of American culture. By the Civil War, pigs were domesticated and barbecue was the principle delicacy of the South.

So why has barbecue been delighting hungry Southerners for so long? Well, I’ll try and fill you in without giving away my trade secrets. Some places cheat, boiling their pork shoulder, then adding liquid smoke for an authentic taste, but this is not true Q. Most masters would say it’s all about the wood you use to smoke it, and the hours it spends slowly cooking. Lars Bors-Koefoed, owner of The Hickory Notch Grill in Goochland County where I work, subscribes to that school of thought. “If you don’t cook it with hickory or you don’t smoke it, it’s not barbecue — it’s fake,” he tells me emphatically. Others maintain that true barbecue must be cooked slowly over wood and coals, the way it was originally done. Though they may argue about methods of preparation, one thing most barbecue gurus agree on is that really poignant pig must be fresh, tender and moist.

Keeping pork moist and tender isn’t as simple as it seems. Many places serve it minced or chopped which I’ve found leads to a drier, less flavorful product. When pulled apart into strips just before serving, the pork remains fresher and even more mouth watering.
Okay, so anyone can smoke and serve barbecue but, between you and me, it’s the sauce that gives a barbecue joint its signature item, and keeps the customers rolling in. It seems everyone has the perfect sauce recipe, containing such things as pickle juice, mustard, and even peanut butter. “Barbecue sauce is like apple pie and potato salad,” Bors-Koefoed is fond of saying. “Everybody’s mother, grandmother, or aunt makes the best.”

The palate of a true Southerner needs tasty Q as much as his lungs need air. Fortunately for all those pork lovers, Virginia is a hotbed for barbecue and rib joints. The Smokey Pig has been an institution in my college town of Ashland for years because of its slow smoked barbecue. Extra Billy’s is also a local favorite, serving tasty smoked meat with a tomato-based sauce. For those who prefer the Memphis taste, both Red Hot & Blue and Memphis BBQ will offer that spiced taste you crave. Of course, there’s always my place, the Hickory Notch Grill, for good eats.

Trying to influence a person’s taste buds is like trying to make a Pulitzer Prize winner out of a cook. It just isn’t going to happen. I’ve only tried to stay true to the fare that has paid my bills. Barbecue has been good to me, and I hope it will be good to you. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a pig out there calling my name.

Editor’s note: When Joshua Covington isn’t slopping up the Q, he’s a senior English major at Randolph-Macon College. He spent a winter internship with Virginia Business.

Virginia Business - March 2003


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