For the eight years, Don and I have had an empty nest, however, Don’s cooking doesn’t always reflect that. I’ve kidded him that he still cooks to feed a small army. Most of the time, I love it–chicken soup, gumbo, caldo. I freeze into portions for later. Don doesn’t do leftovers well, and well, I can only eat the same thing for so long. But today, I decided to make barbecue sauce since we use so much.
I erroneously thought that I could do a more sodium–sugar–additive friendly sauce. First it was this, then that, then a dash of x, y, and my own recipe of salt free herbs. And it grew, and grew like vinegar and baking soda. Diet Coke and Mentos. I got so tired of tasting it, smelling it, that I made Don be the tester. After cooking all day, he pronounced it done.
I bottled in several plastic containers then froze it all.
Of course, he had to zing me about making a river of it.
Hey, you can never have too much bbq sauce.
I’m not so sure!