So they followed the smoke and the smell, wandering past BBQ houses for naughty little pigs.
And really naughty little pigs.
Until they came to the house that looked just right. (And there is no picture of it because Hula-Locks forgot to take one.)
Anyway, they looked around for their main course. They tried a sandwich, but it was spicy hot. They tried some boiled shrimp, but it was too cold. Then they tried some ribs. And they were just right so they ate them all up.
Still hungry, they looked around for some sides. (Editor’s note-That’s side dishes for all of you not from the south.) They tried some baked beans, but they were too hot. They tried some potato salad, but it was too cold. Then they tried some Cajun corn, and it was juuust right. So they ate it all up.
They drank some sweet tea, listened to some music and still felt hungry. Well, not really, but they weren’t ready to quit eating because hey it’s a BBQ Festival and special events calories don’t count.
They looked around for some dessert. They considered a hot fudge sundae, but it was too hot. They sampled cheesecake on a stick, but it was too cold. Then they found some ice cream. And it was juuuuuuuuuuust right, so they ate it all up.
Full and tired they wandered home for a nap in the recliner, and in the middle of that nap the phone rang. It was Mama J. Bear and Papa T. Bear wailing about how Hula-Locks and Hubby-Locks had been to the BBQ Festival without them and they were hungry and there was nothing in the house to eat. Anticipating this because it happens every year, Hula-Locks and Hubby-Locks reached into the fridge where they had stashed extra ribs and sandwiches from the BBQ Festival and took them next door where Mama J. Bear and Papa T. Bear declared it juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust right and ate it all up.
And they all lived happily ever after. Until Hubby-Locks got indigestion.