Our Sauces, Your BBQ -A Good Ol’ Time
Good food and family gatherings are a southern tradition. Smoke rolls off the grill or the smoker as tender juicy barbecue is cooked to perfection. Then served to family and friends who have been held at bay as long as possible. That is what it was like for me growing up in South Georgia.
As the plates are passed, you are told to not take but two ribs and one piece of chicken to make sure everyone gets enough. I confess I wanted to grab the plate and run. I did not want to share the meat. Particularly with my male cousins who I knew were thinking the same thing as me.
The only problem was that the meat needed the final ingredient- the sauce. A family recipe handed down from one generation to the next. A sauce so good some likened it to a religious experience. A sauce that had just the right amount of kick that started your tongue tingling, but it finished sweet.
Fact is, the meat was just not complete without it. This is that sauce. Original Good Ol’ Boy Barbecue Sauce.
Years in the Making
“Y’all get in.”
We are going to Uncle Tommy’s for supper. Down a two lane black topped road in South Georgia. A road that gets so hot in the sun you can see the heat rising back out of it. We are on highway 32 and pass over the Flint River. We drive through Main Street, with a square built around the courthouse and a traffic light. One traffic light.
Pull in the yard and park outback under the shade of an oak tree with Spanish Moss hanging from the leaves. Park next to Pa Pa’s old brown Chevy El Camino and trucks driven by a few of the men of my family.
Come On in. Get your neck hugged. Inside, the house smells like a good supper. We are just in time. Tommy and my Aunt Kaye have been cooking for a while. The table is covered with a red and white checkerboard cloth.
What’s for supper? Corn bread right out of the cast iron skillet. Aunt Rita’s Baked beans. Tomatoes- both vine ripened red ones and fried green ones, picked this morning from Tommy’s garden. Green bean casserole smothered with crispy onion strips And ribs just off the grill and covered in foil.
On the table, a Mason jar filled to the rim with this very sauce.
Sit down, Let’s give thanks and eat. After the meal, the bone plate is running over and there is not a rib left.
We go in the den to watch the Braves game, I say to my Uncle Tommy- “You know, we ought to market that sauce.” He looks at me from his recliner.
He smiles. “Let me mull it over.” That was two years ago. And now we are here.
Find out more about what makes our sauce so special. Order some or pick it up at your local grocer. You will be glad you did.
“ We loved it”
“This sauce is just so good.”
“ Take your barbecue to another level. Good Ol’ Boy sauce will get you there. Best ever.”
Don’t See our Sauce on the Shelves? Request Us!
We are working diligently to get our sauce out into the retailers
where you shop. If you do not see it on the shelves, ask your
grocer or shop owner. Tell them about our webpage. We want to
grow this business and spread this sauce all over the south. Heck,
all over the world for that matter.
Want to Take our Sauces to a Whole New Level?
Try one of our Good Ol’ Boy Tips, Tricks and Recipes!
Good Ol Boy
an American term used for well socialized men who live in rural and generally Southern areas. If a man is humble and well thought of, he can be referred to as a “good old boy”, regardless of his age. It is commonly applied to men of overall moral behavior. Good Ol’ Boys speak with a country accent or Southern drawl, typically the latter.
However, no matter where he is from, a man can be a Good Ol’ Boy if he puts Original Good Ol’ Boy Barbecue Sauce on his food