I’m from a line long of white collar barbecue masters.
Our greatest annual event for as long as I lived in Pennsylvania, was our Fourth of July celebration on the homestead. A grand barbecue indeed, with a peanut scramble, volleyball (men only, sadly) and lots of illegal explosives. The entire neighborhood was invited. And the jugglers came too.
The other thing we looked for at that time of the year was the corn. “Knee high by the fourth of July” was our chant and that meant delicious corn for the August supper table. We ate corn every night in August – and we loved it on the grill.
These days, corn is a source of aggravation for me, but the Fourth of July still makes me proud. I love my country, my freedom, and my food, even with the issues, we’re making changes for a more informed America. We have a right to know what’s in our food, how it’s grown and where it’s from. I believe.
We celebrate in Seattle now, with the fam, and our rituals are, well, smaller, but not without great appreciation for being a citizen of these great United States. God bless us, everyone, God Bless America.