My Uncle Arthur liked to talk, and a taste for telling fibs, so naturally he informed the best stories you ever heard. We'd really turn the TV off, when he started one of his tall tales. My favorite was his version of my granddad's automobile accident, an event that happened at least twenty years ago, and the tale had improved with every passing year. Each one of us youngsters called it his barbecue sauce story, and it goes something similar to this :
'My dad, that's your granddad, liked bbq sauce better than anything on God's green earth,' he would begin,'He would put it on everything he ate, even chocolate cake, and if he didn't have barbecue sauce on something, once or more a day, he would get a little cranky, and it was not that cosy to be around him when he was,' Uncle Arthur continued with a chuckle.
To start things off, I employed the last of the barbecue sauce on my eggs that morning, so father failed to get any for breakfast.
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
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