My daddy once told me that he knew he’d made the rite of passage to manhood when his momma let him stay up all night with his Uncle Murle and the other men folk to cook
the pigs when it was barbecue time. I grew up on Murle’s sauce; I was almost in high school before
I found out you can actually buy barbecue sauce in the store! But then, why would we?
We had Uncle Murle’s recipe. That recipe will remain a secret, but the sauce itself is a secret no more!