Florida and Barbecue Sauce

It was just before school break, and my roommate and I were comming up with some plans for a trip to Florida. It was set, we were good to go, however as normal, we didn’t have any cash. This situation hadn’t stopped us before, however irrespective of what we tried, we couldn’t raise any cash. We were explaining our dilemma to my big sister, who had stopped by for a visit before she left for Vail, and she had an idea.

Her latest flame had been gloating about some type of barbecue sauce he had on a recent visit to Daytona. It was made with mustard, molasses and some secret spices, or so he said, but you could only get it at some out-of-the-way tiny dive between Daytona and Cocoa Beach. Sis was pretty sure her partner would spring for the trip, if we would bring some of that gourmet barbecue sauce with us.
We traveled straight through to Florida, and were on the beach the following morning. Then I remembered the barbecue sauce. We didn’t have it, we hadn’t even looked for that obscure little dive, and, we had sufficient money to get back to school, if we were lucky, and our car would coast a little .

My roommate and I were a little upset as we loaded up for the jaunt home. My sister’s partner had been nice enough to fund our adventure, and we had botched our part of the deal. Then, I got a crazy idea. I took the secret 10 dollars out of my shoe, and bought ketchup, mustard, molasses, chili pepper and cilantro at the small food store next to the gas station, emptied and cleaned out an old fried chicken bucket I found in the back seat, and all of the way back to school, I mixed and tasted, tasted and mixed.

Whew!

I never did tell my sister the real life story of the back-seat barbecue sauce, and my sole regret is that I can’t remember how I made it, as it was excellent!