So I’m trying not to eat very much this week because come Thursday, it’s going to be wicked. I’m going to Dillard, Georgia, for a BBQ contest. Here’s how it goes in Dillard. We arrive Thursday afternoon and immediately go to the Spring Ridge Dairy store for homemade ice cream. Then the dinner for cooks and judges is Thursday night. It usually involves greasy, fried things that are always very, very tasty. Saturday morning, breakfast is at the Cupboard Cafe. I usually go light – just a sausage biscuit, because lunch is at the Dillard House.
I’ve always made fun of people who go to Golden Corral and pile mounds of food on their plates (mostly things that don’t go together like spaghetti and kung pao chicken). But I am exactly like those gluttons at the Dillard House. The photo shows a meal for TWO. The fried chicken is out of this world. The cabbage casserole sublime (Dillard is the cabbage capital of the world!). There’s also corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, baked chicken, country fried steak, fried catfish, hush puppies and, like you really need this, cobbler with ice cream for dessert. And the food is unlimited. If you want more fried chicken, they will bring you more and they will keep on bringing it until you explode.
One of the great sporting events of the weekend is watching Myron Mixon, one of the competition cooks, eat fried chicken. He doesn’t actually eat it. He kind of sticks the whole piece of chicken in his mouth, works the meat off the bones and then spits the carcass out. He can go through at least eight or nine pieces of chicken in about 20 minutes.
I won’t even go into the contest itself with the four meat categories, the grits category, the cabbage (naturally) category and the dessert category. Let’s just say there are more than a few judges walking around in a stupor after this thing is over.
So, I’m trying to eat light this week, but it’s also giveaway week at the Community Resource Center. We’re giving away computers, which has involved quite a bit of hauling on my part. I’m feeling like I’ve expended a lot of energy and, therefore, can suspend my “eating light” rule. Mark suggesed Corky’s for lunch. Barbecue. Like I need to eat barbecue this week.
Apparently, I did. I needed to eat this baked potato stuffed with pulled pork, shredded cheese and topped with real bacon crumbles. Oh, and the tubs of butter and sour cream on the side. And the yeast rolls. Oh, the yeast rolls.
So I’m having a couple glasses of wine now because it is a proven fact that something in the wine counteracts any act of gluttony you might have previously performed. That’s true, isn’t it? Yes, I think it is. I think I read that in Scientific American.