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October 1, 2007
Paddling Up the Nile of My Barbeque Obsession, Looking for Its Source...
In the next year, I am thinking about following the North Carolina Barbeque Trail (I suppose there are maps for the other states-eg Texas-but at the same time such an exercise would be somewhat pointless: all serious barbeque trails lead back to the Tar Heel state). Any takers? Tennyson would have gone, or at least that is what I think he was trying to say when he wrote his famous ode to the search for the perfect 'Que:
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew,
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are—
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Posted by dag at October 1, 2007 6:19 PM
Comments
You are the only person I know that quotes Tennyson when talking about North Carolina Q. I really was right, wasn't I, there is indeed a Frasieresque quality to you... Needless to say, I'd be game for that...
Posted by: The Good Rabbi at October 2, 2007 4:01 PM