For us in the northeast the simple word conjures up memories of endless summers past, of smoky burgers, dogs, beans, chicken, corn on the cob and salads. We would build piles of charcoal in our backyards and grill meats until they were blackened. The fire pit was a manâ€™s domain back then (with women usually doing all of the prep and clean-up).
When we Yankees traveled south, however, we found a curious anomaly. What they were calling â€œbarbecueâ€ werenâ€™t those grilled treats that we loved. Southern BBQ means pit barbecue, as many of us