If I have one personal failing (and that’s a major “if,” no matter what people have told you about me. DON’T LISTEN TO THEIR LIES), it’s my inability to shut my mouth. I don’t when to close my yap and let other people talk. Like most egomaniacs, there’s not much I enjoy more than the sound of my own voice.
Here in Yorkton, this has led to a culinary conundrum for yours truly. How, you may ask? Sit back, relax, and let me tell you. Or lie down and relax. Or stand up and relax. Whatever works. You do you.
In my constant blabberings, I may have slightly overhyped my home province. I’ve probably made the East Coast sound far more exotic and fabulous than it really is.
Make no mistake; I love the East Coast. It’s my one true home. If I ever retire, I plan on spending my remaining days in a lighthouse, catching lobsters and shucking oysters.
But I’ve probably been too effusive (now there’s a word) in my praise of the East Coast. I’ve made everything from the ocean to poutine sound like they’re kissed by the very lips of God. They’re good, but they’re not that good.
In day-to-day conversations, I usually overhype some facet of the East Coast lifestyle. I suppose most people are irrationally proud of their home provinces, and I’m no different.
Well, it finally came back to bite me.
This week, Ducks Unlimited is hosting a party for media people in Yorkton. For the event, they request every company make a barbecue sauce for a competition. Radio, tv, and newspaper duke it out for sauce supremacy.
Naturally, because of my background in the “wonderful” East Coast, Yorkton This Week asked me to make a unique “Maritime-style” sauce. One problem: I have no clue what that means.
Originally, I planned to make a delicious donair sauce. It would easily clinch victory for my company. Unfortunately, the barbecue sauce must be beer-based and while plenty of people enjoy donairs with a couple of cold ones, alcohol and the sweet sauce mix about as well as PEI and relevancy.
Thankfully, my parents are a font of wisdom, and they gave my a solid sauce recipe. So I grabbed the necessary ingredients, along with a beer, and whipped up a batch. After making some adjustments, I sent the recipe in.
Now, it’s not the most incredible sauce in the world, but I think it’s got a shot. We’ll see how it goes. No matter what, I’m sure it’ll be a good time.
But if I don’t win, I’ll claim discrimination against East Coasters.
