Life in Cayuga

No, I’m not talking about that ridiculous conspiracy crap, Q-Anon.  In my world, “Q”is short for barbecue.   I’ve told you how I became a barbecue judge (Read the post “Egg Rolls”). I am a certified judge for the Memphis Barbecue Network and for the Memphis in May World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest. MBN is the sanctioning body for local contests during the year.  I took my training class in August, 2007, and got my certification in November of that year, so I’ve been doing this for 16+ years   If you’ve watched any of the barbecue shows on television, most of what you’ve seen is KCBS (Kansas City Barbecue Society) rules or contests.  Our group differs from KCBS in that we are pork only.  Ribs, pulled pork, and whole hog. KCBS is pork, ribs, chicken, and brisket. The judging rules are a little different but I won’t go into that.   We used to do onsite judging where the judges go out to the teams’ booths and judge them there.  The teams wou...

 I got a haircut today.  I love getting a haircut.  I didn’t always feel that way.  Mr. Archie Sims was the barber in town for many years.  He would tell anyone who would listen that I was the hardest and worst first haircut he ever gave!  Mama said I screamed, cried, thrashed, and kept trying to run away the whole time! I have changed my attitude toward haircuts since then! For many years only women cut my hair.  I don’t know why it worked out that way but it did.  Several years ago, a nice girl moved to Utica with her new husband and opened a hair shop in town.  I started going to her and she gave me the best haircuts I’ve ever had.  I just loved her.  Everyone in town loved her.  Then one day she killed herself.  Nobody could figure out why, but the whole town was devastated.  So I had to find a new barber.  I tried the barber school at the local community college.  It had one attractive feature, 50¢ hair...