#Alabama white sauce

[sandwichtribunal]

Barbecue Chicken with Alabama White Sauce

"The vinegar in the Big Bob Gibson white sauce penetrates into the chicken's meat and skin somehow, causing some alchemical reaction that brightens the flavor considerably." Barbecue Chicken with Alabama White Sauce

According to the history on their website. Big Bob Gibson Bar-B-Q in Decatur, Alabama, where Alabama-style white sauce was invented by Big Bob himself, started as a hand-dug pit and a table made of wooden planks nailed to a tree in Bob Gibson’s backyard. This was in 1925, nearly 100 years ago, and Big Bob’s friends encouraged him to leave the railroad work he’d been doing and make a name for…

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#alabama white sauce #horseradish #mayonnaise #smoked chicken

[hockeymusicmore]

#recipes #chocolate #brownie #cookies #Alabama white sauce #Instagram #some vegan #peanut butter #apple #mousse #cake #cherry

[visenyaism]

what do you think really happened at summerhall

regular normal barbecue but they couldn’t decide whether to use riverlands (kcmo) reacher (carolina gold) crownlands (memphis) or stormlands (east carolina) sauce so the only logical course of action was to blow the house up with everyone in it

#eggy tried to bring the dragons back and everyone died idk. #i know dornish bbq has to go crazy though #they do alabama white bbq sauce in the neck. curious

[fieriframes]

[That's everything I love about a chicken salad sandwich and then some. Two Alabama Sandwiches. Amazing seasoning. It's just so succulent. The white sauce has got a little spice to it.]

#s29e02 sandwiches and southern #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #chicken salad sandwich #two alabama sandwiches #amazing seasoning #white sauce #little spice #everything

[integrationslady]

Week One in a new food project I've decided to do. About once a week, I'll make something I've never had from a different state. Today, Alabama White Sauce.

#culinary road trip #alabama #white sauce

[not100bees]

I remember when binging with babish did a barbecue video and one of the styles he did was Alabama BBQ and he put white sauce on that. And people were like. Oh no. Don't put white sauce on barbecue you put it on chicken! Well the authentic experience is putting it on everything. Everything.

#where I live now is too far South and Alabama to get white sauce at barbecue places. #most of them anyways. and I suffer more than Christ on the cross

[sarahbleszynskihairandmakeup]

Dave's North Alabama White BBQ Sauce Recipe This Alabama-style white barbecue sauce is a surefire hit and is great for brushing over chicken or pork during the last stage of grilling or smoking.

#salad dressing #dave #alabama #sauce #north alabama white

[photojq]

Dave's North Alabama White BBQ Sauce Recipe Great for brushing over chicken or pork during the final grilling or smoking phase, this Alabama-style white barbeque sauce is a surefire hit. 6 tablespoons lemon juice, 2 tablespoons ground black pepper, 1/4 cup white sugar, 2 cups creamy salad dressing, 2 tablespoons prepared horseradish sauce, 2 tablespoons salt, 6 tablespoons white vinegar

#salad dressing #alabama #side dish #take #north alabama white #big bob gibson #barbeque sauce

[warnerdale]

Alabama White BBQ Sauce Alabama white BBQ sauce was created with chicken in mind, but it tastes great on all barbecue. It works well as a marinade for chicken as well.

#bbq #sauce #mind #bbq sauce #alabama white #refrigerate #marinade

[wolfiemcwolferson]

begin again

2.4k of a Piarles spiral that I might revisit in the future under the read more

Charles moves home after the divorce.

It’s George that suggests it. Well, he insists that he didn’t suggest it at all. He suggested that Charles do something for himself that he had always wanted to do but didn’t because of Peter and the…well, the crappy marriage thing.

“I meant for you to…go to Argentina to see that big waterfall or drive Route 66 or eat your way through Atlanta. I did not mean for you to sell this big house that you got in your divorce settlement and buy a house that is falling down in the middle of nowhere Alabama.”

But, that was what Charles wanted to do. After 10 years of playing the perfect spouse, he wanted to live in a little house and have a garden and be on his own.

And that’s what he intends on doing.

He buys a two bedroom house that looks like it’s in danger of blowing away, but it sits on five acres of land and the realtor tells him it’s got good soil for tomatoes.

Charles has too much money from his prenup and a college degree that he’s never used and so he decides to use both - slowly making this little house livable and presentable and also sitting for the teacher’s exam.

George and Alex come to visit over Thanksgiving, the only two who are still speaking to him from their life in Connecticut. The only two people Charles really cares about, and it’s good to see them. He shows them around the little town square and they have breakfast in the diner and Charles laughs himself silly when he gives George a big pour of the blackberry wine that Mrs. Fitzgerald - the biology teacher - makes and George sputters it all over his white shirt.

It’s good to see them and it’s good to see them go because Charles doesn’t feel sad about them leaving at all. He doesn’t miss a single second of that life and it’s like…the first time in the seven months since he moved here that he knows he did the right thing by selling that too big house with no happy memories.

Charles considers taking a trip over Christmas break. For the first Christmas in his adult life, he doesn’t have any place to be - both of his parents gone, Lorenzo is somewhere in the middle of the pacific ocean and Arthur is filming some new documentary in Colorado - but then he drives into Birmingham and spends 400 dollars on books and he spends the entire break eating cheese and cranberry sauce out of a can (a delight) and reading.

He has to YouTube how to start a fire in the fireplace because he’s never used it and then he has to pay triple to have an actual chimney sweep come and clean it out so he can use it.

Because sure, he had called Alabama home for the first 20 years of his life, but he had grown up in a house in Huntsville with a swimming pool and a gas fireplace.

And then when a year of life in Alabama rolls around, Charles looks in the mirror and smooths the wrinkles beside his eyes away with his fingertips and laughs because two years ago, he would have been obsessively checking them or Pieter would have pointed them out and the only reason he’s noticed them now is because he had dirt on his cheek.

It’s different than anything he ever imagined for his life, but it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced and it was absolutely the right choice. To move here. To begin again.

There are fifteen houses on the county road that Charles lives on. He knows them all by name and he knows their kids by name. He was a bit concerned when he moved that the gay divorcee would be a bit too much for them all to stomach, but they had embraced him with love and acceptance and help when he killed his tomato plants on accident last summer and when it froze and he wasn’t prepared for the whole county to shut down and when he realized he was going to have to buy some kind of lawn mower.

The point is that when the Harrison’s come by on a Tuesday night and tell him that they’re going to retire and move to Arizona where their oldest daughter lives, Charles is pretty upset about it - sad that they’re leaving, but also a bit worried about the new family that will move in. Until they tell him their nephew is going to be taking over the family place.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Harrison assures him, patting his cheek. “Handsome and single.”

Many things slide into place for Charles all at once and he laughs, brushing it off and telling them he’ll miss them and that he’ll stay in touch, and then he puts it out of his mind.

Until it’s mid-August and he’s carrying a box of books out to his car that he’s collected over the summer for his classroom and he sees a shiny black pick-up truck pull into his driveway and Charles knows that this is the nephew.

“Pierre,” he introduces himself and then he’s got to bend down to catch the two small children around their middles as they come barreling up to Charles. “And these are my hellions.”

But he smiles when he says it and Charles shakes both of their hands making them laugh and giggle, waiting on them to introduce themselves.

“Arabella, but Daddy calls me Ari.” who is six.

And then, “Jessop, but you can call me Jessie because I hate Jessop,” who is five.

The exchange lasts ten minutes and it only happened because Pierre promised his aunt he would stop by and say hello and then he has to go because the kids need dinner and Charles tells him that he’ll have to invite them over for dinner some night, but it seems a bit like a nicety because they don’t exchange numbers or say anything else before Pierre is helping the kids up into the backseat and driving off with a wave and a megawatt smile.

Charles asks no questions, but he’s curious enough that when Abby starts talking about Pierre two weeks later during lunch period, he ignores the grades he’s supposed to be entering into his computer and he sits down at the table with the math teachers and listens to the story.

A messy divorce with his ex-husband who is still in Iowa and two kids who they had through surrogacy that the ex apparently didn’t want and Charles goes home that night and makes a pie - or an attempt at a pie so he hauls himself out of bed the next morning before the sun and he makes another one, which turns out better so he takes it to Pierre and his kids and he invites them over for dinner on Wednesday night.

It’s silly, but he has a kinship with Pierre that Pierre doesn’t know exists.

It’s extra silly because there’s no way for Charles to come out and say: I married an older man after I finished school because I was scared and I don’t think he really loved me. I never had children even though I desperately wanted them and I’m starting over and it sounds like you are too, so maybe we could be friends?

No, he just makes sure that he picks up his living room and he roasts a chicken and when the three of them show up on Charles doorstep at 6:30 sharp, he wonders if he miscalculated with Pierre.

By the end of the night, he doesn’t have to wonder. He knows he did.

Pierre listens to his children when they talk and he asks Charles questions about the school and he smiles with his nose scrunched up and when Jessie falls asleep on Charles’ couch while a movie plays, Pierre apologizes for having to get them back home and Charles’ apologizes for keeping them up so late on a school night and he leaves with a sleeping child on his shoulder and a promise to see Charles at the football game on Friday night.

Which turns out to be a joy. The two of them sit together and Charles buys the kids gigantic lollipops Ari tells him about how she’s going to play football when she grows up because girls can do anything and Charles' heart is stuck between breaking and falling.

“I don’t want to pry,” Pierre says a month later while the two of them are sitting on the bottom step of Charles' porch while Ari and Jessie run around in the yard and try and catch lightning bugs, “but sometimes you look at them like it pains you to do so.”

And that’s when the whole nasty business comes out about Charles’ finding his husband of ten years having an affair with his paralegal and how Charles feels like he just started living his life even if maybe he’s missed his chance at having a life with another person, Pierre takes his hand in his and kisses the back of it and asks him if he wants to go into town with him and the kids this weekend and see a movie.

“Don’t ask me on a date because you pity me,” Charles warns and Pierre kisses his knuckles again.

“I’ve been thinking about asking you out since you brought us that horrendous pie.”

And then…Charles spends six months waiting for the other shoe to drop - so to say.

Arthur comes in for Thanksgiving and he spend four days in the floor with the kids during the day and trying to get all the dirty details from Charles at night, but Pierre doesn’t get spooked by having a family Thanksgiving with Arthur - instead the two of them get a little too tipsy on Friday afternoon and Charles has to tuck them into the couch so they’ll take a nap, and Pierre kisses him about it when he wakes up two hours later.

Charles wakes up on Christmas morning and gets dressed before it’s even 5 AM so he can drive over to Pierre’s and spend the morning with them before they load up and go over to Pierre’s parents house two hours north.

Pierre kisses him on New Year’s Eve and then he fucks Charles slow and deep and asks him to stay over - let him wake up with him and the kids. Because they hadn’t done that yet - had been careful in front of the kids.

Pierre’s birthday is spent in Charles’ house where he makes another atrocious pie and Pierre takes his face in his hands and whispers what Charles has known for months now.

“I love you,” he whispers into Charles’ mouth and Charles puts his face in his hands and cries and cries until Pierre pries them away and kisses him again. “I love you,” he says, “I love you.”

It goes like that until the next fall - when Ari turns eight and says matter of factly while they’re sitting on the front porch and Charles cranks an old ice cream maker he found in town, “I think you should be our new dad.”

There isn’t enough oxygen on the planet for the next minute of Charles’ life, and the only reason he manages to keep it together is because Pierre is there squeezing his shoulder and it’s grounding him to earth.

It’s a month of frantic whispers between Charles and Pierre and tears on both ends and Ari and Jessie giving Charles a wide circle when he’s with them until Pierre sets a plate down on the counter with more force than necessary and hisses, “No one in this house is your ex and these kids deserve someone who loves them and wants them just as much as I do and you’re a fucking fool if you think there’s anyone else on this planet that I want to marry as much as I want to marry you because not only do I think you’re the other half of me, I think you were meant to be their dad all along.”

It shocks Charles enough that he stops crying silent, hot tears and then he says, “I want to take your last name.”

And Pierre knocks the plate off the counter in an effort to get Charles into his arms.

They get married in the courthouse and then they take the kids on vacation over winter break to Disneyworld and Jessie calls Charles Papa for the first time while they’re eating a breakfast of Mickey shaped waffles and later that night after Charles and Pierre have tucked them into their beds, they stand on the balcony of their overpriced family suite and Pierre soothes the hair away from Charles face over and over and says a hundred times i love you, Charles, I am so thankful to you.

Alex texts Charles on the five year anniversary of when the divorce became final and Charles laughs at the ridiculous picture George took of him holding up the divorce decree for the camera to see and Charles looks across the room to where Pierre is stitching Ari’s dance costume back together and he texts back, best thing that could have ever happened.

Charles and Pierre work out a system for dinner and activities and making sure everything is done and the kids are thriving and Charles has never wanted for anything else.

Pierre teaches him not to kill tomato plants and Ari teaches him the true meaning of forgiveness. Jessie makes him believe that he can do anything and so when Pierre looks at him while the two of them are driving home from another football game and says, “You ever thought about having a third?” Charles doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

“We’ll be ancient when they graduate.”

Pierre laughs and kisses the back of Charles hand like he always does and Charles could burst with love and affection and the feeling of it was all worth it.

So when they bring home their second daughter 14 months later, Charles sits on the couch with Jessie and Ari and Pierre and George stands across the room to take a series of pictures while tears stream down his face, Charles has to laugh when George says:

“This is definitely what I meant when I said you should do something for yourself.”

#piarles #maybe a future fic idk I just can't stop thinking about them #I love them #soulmates

[southernfoodtournament]

Ok so ngl I get a little confused on different bbqs. Can I get a short rundown on the differences?

Texas BBQ: Broad term for about four subtypes (Central Texas, East Texas, West Texas, and South Texas). Central Texas includes a lot of dry rubs and slow-cooked meat; East Texas is also slow-cooked, but uses more tomato-based sauces. West Texas is cooked over an open flame (as opposed to smoked) over mesquite wood. South Texas is Mexican-influenced slow-cooked barbecue, also called barbacoa. Pick your favorite regional style of Texas BBQ if you pick this option.

Carolina BBQ: Broad term for about three subtypes (West NC, East NC, and South Carolina). East NC includes vinegar-based sauces and no tomatoes; West NC includes sauces created with tomato bases, vinegar, and dry spices. South Carolina uses vinegar and tomato-based sauces in some regions, but is most known for its mustard-based BBQ sauce.

Memphis BBQ: More specific term for a type of barbecue that involves complex spice blends (usually unique to specific pitmasters, though brown sugar, paprika, and garlic tend to show up a lot) and tomato-based glazes. This style is also slow-cooked.

Alabama BBQ: Like several other styles, a lot of Alabama barbecue is slow-cooked and smoked in a tomato-based barbecue sauce. However, Alabama is unique in that it has a white barbecue sauce that includes mayonnaise and is served over smoked chicken.

If I got anything wrong I am so so sorry please don't kill me barbecue fans

#ask #anon #southern food tournament

[ausetkmt]

With a renewed interest in juke joints, it is good to understand the origins, the elements, and the owners. And some of those owners were enterprising Black women.

The word juke can be spelled and pronounced “jook” or “joog” and has its roots in both Gullah and West African cultures. Historians Peter M. Rutkoff and William B. Scott stated, “The juke, or jook joint, also came from West Africa. The word ‘jook’ derived from the Baramba word ‘dzugu’, which means wicked or bad.” 

In the documentary “Alabama BlackBelt Blues” juke joints were described as places where people came to have a good time and sweat from dancing all night long. There were a few juke joints that offered gambling, yet another reason to be hidden in the woods or backfields. 

Though juke joints were primarily owned by men, some of the savviest Black business women in the South owned juke or jook joints in the American South. These are the women who probably would never make the pages of Black Enterprise, simply because the work lacked a certain respectability or bourgeois appeal. No, these were the mothers, grandmothers and aunts of those people. Proof of their business savvy wasn’t in their ability to sell liquor or the blues to patrons, it showed up in their use of food as a primary moneymaker. Patrons needed food to soak up some of the moonshine and muscadine wine they were imbibing. On a Friday or Saturday night, working men and women would spend some of their hard-earned money on a meal and to be with good people. 

Blues singer Sandra Hall received her start in music playing her mother’s juke joint, which was also a weekend fish fry. “She’d cook up a batch of fish and sell Black Label beer.” 

If a plate was not in your budget, women owners sold dill pickles, pickled eggs and pig feet from huge jars behind makeshift bars. On the pit could be pig’s snout, tripe and other parts of the pig and bovine to be slapped between two pieces of white bread and slathered in BBQ sauce. 

Running a successful juke joint was not easy for Black women owners. They had to be marketing geniuses to bring back repeat customers and attract new ones. They kept the books that sometimes included payments to law enforcement to avoid being shut down, pay staff that wasn’t family to act as bouncers, cooks, and bartenders, and they had to keep great talent performing. And they did all of that while keeping their families intact. 

#Black Women Juke Joint Owners and Food Heritage #Juke Joints #Black Music #Black Food #Black Women #southern culture

[moonspower]

Di-Mun what is Appalachian food?

what we eat in the appalachian parts of america in the deep, deep south! i think there's like. the south. and then there's the deep south. and then there's the appalachias imo because culturally we're a lot different...

some examples:

poke sallet / aka made from the pokeweed and if u dont cook it right, it can kill u. my grandma double boils hers and then mixes it up with some fried egg. salt, pepper, garlic powder, chili powder, and also some fried onion.

shucky beans

icicle pickles

nothing beats a freshly picked tomato, sliced with a splash of vinegar and cracked black pepper on a hot summer day while ur sittin on the porch

freshly cut onions are just a side dish on their own

hoe cakes

corned beef and cabbage chow chow which is basically like a southern version of korea's kimchi. pressure cooked cabbage in vinegar, water with a ton of spices and pepper. my grandma uses habanero and recently ghost peppers because she wants to kill every single person that eats at her house

salmon patties

spiced potato cakes that almost resemble latke

also lemme add we will pickle anything... eggs... sausage... and that shit better be spicy.

i think to an outsider soul food and southern food are the same thing but they are not, and neither of these are appalachian... just as cajun cuisine has nothin to do w. our region and so on.... lotsa nuances.... even in bbq. alabama has a specialty white bbq sauce. and bruh while im from al i think that shit is nasty. :/ lgkfjdslgdjgkfldgjdfs....

also ull find pockets where theres indigenous cuisine like... my grandma makes some bomb ass grape dumplings.

and we'd go out into the woods and pick sassafras and make tea with it!

#🌙 OOC! THE CROWN GLITTERS ON AN EARTH SIGN. #/ just so many amazing things!!

[asleepygeorgian]

4/50 States done!

California is next

If ya can't see what it says:

Alabama: white sauce

Alaska: huge dude

Arizona: florida 2.0

Arkansas: Me

California: homeless people

Colorado: weed

Connecticut: THE NORTH

Delaware: THE NORTH

Florida: crazy

Georgia: crazy #2

Hawaii: The other Island

Idaho: what am I supposed to call you?

Illinois: chicago

Indiana: notre dame sucks

Iowa: ???

Kansas: NO

Kentucky: KFC

Louisiana: boogie

Maine: THE NORTH

Maryland: THE NORTH

Massachusetts: THE NORTH

Michigan: canada

Minnesota: canada

Mississippi: 50th in everything

Missouri: mizzo

Montana: hannah

Nebraska: ?...

Nevada: las vegas

New Hampshire: THE NORTH

New Jersey: THE NORTH

New Mexico: meth

New York: THE NORTH

North Carolina: West NC should be tennessee

North Dakota: ?

Ohio: ohio

Oklahoma: oklahomo

Oregon: Oregano

Pennsylvania: THE NORTH

Rhode Island: THE NORTH

South Carolina: better carolina

South Dakota: ?

Tennessee: Tennessee

Texas: everything is bigger

Utah: Jesus

Vermont: THE NORTH

Virginia: VA

Washington: rain

West Virginia: WV

Wisconsin: canada

Wyoming: ?

#wttt #wttsh #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse

[fearsomeandwretched]

I am actually delusional enough to think my state has the best BBQ. But to be fair I'm literally from the county Alabama white sauce was created

#I grew up eating chicken and white sauce like weekly

[honeyedlashton]

Wishing for the 5 sauce to be some variation of barbecue. (Specifically the alabama white barbecue sauce. That shit’s delicious and very much a 5sos sauce flavor.)

#idk if yall listened to the podcast #but if it’s a soft sauce launch then that’s something I’d like to see in the future #it might be too niche but to me it’s a need #ashton irwin #afi #5sos