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Mom’s Barbecue Sauce Recipe

momsbbqsaucerecipe

This is a standard index card, and that’s my Mom’s handwriting.  There’s nothing on the back.

Barbecue Sauce

Blend 3 tbsp. ketchup, 3 tbsp. vinegar, 2 tbsp. dry mustard, 2 tbsp. worcestershire sauce, one bouillon cube dissolved in 1/2 cup boiling water. Salt to taste. Boil up once. 1934

I don’t ever recall her actually making this, but, since it doesn’t have any heavy sugar, I may try it.  I assume it’s beef bouillon.
IMHO, today’s commercial barbecue sauce is often just spicy syrup (as most peanut butters are actually peanut candy).  Blah.

Tree Streets Yard Sale

I figure three and a half, maybe four miles of sidewalk.

Enough used clothes to bedeck all the poor of China,

Mongolia excluded, but so many shoes that

No one should be barefooted in this area again.

The Tree Streets Yard Sale.

Gewgaws, gimcracks, tchotchkes, knick-knacks,

DVDs, LPs, CDs, books, 8-tracks and reading

Material to last a lifetime, music included.

Tacos, tacos, tacos (q.v. “El Cazador de la Bruja”)

Burritos, kettle corn, cold drinks, sweets abound.

A young girl playing a violin; a young man, a banjo.

Cases open for tips and actually getting some –

They’re both quite good. Tree Streets.

Old hippies ruddy and sleek, young hippies in overalls.

College students with flipflops, all so part of it.

A red cat watching from a porch, assorted dogs

Outnumbered by little kids on their natural high.

Big wrenches, little wrenches, hammers and nails.

Old boats, new skis, a top hat and tails.

People pulling red wagons to stash their loot.

Once a year. That’s a good thing. Tree Streets

Yard Sale.

 

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