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Tailgreat: How to Crush It at Tailgating [A Cookbook]
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Product Description Bring home all the flavors and excitement of game day thanks to a lifetime of tailgating wisdom from James Beard Award winner and Top Chef Masters contestant John Currence. John Currence is one of the most celebrated and beloved chefs in America, but he’s also a tailgating fanatic. For years he has prepared fans to go into battle before football games on his home turf in Oxford, Mississippi, supplying them with dishes that go way beyond the expected burgers and hot dogs. In Tailgreat he makes his case that tailgating food can be so much more than sad store-bought dips and chips, as we celebrate the spirit of coming together with friends and family to support a common cause: our team. The dishes are flavor-packed hits like Korean BBQ Wings, Grilled Corn Guacamole, Sweet Mustard Pulled Pork, and NOLA Roast Beef Po’Boy Bites. With these recipes you will surely lead your team, or at least your next meal, to victory. About the Author John Currence is the owner of City Grocery, Big Bad Breakfast, Bouré, and Snackbar in Oxford, Mississippi--which is also home of Ole Miss, one of the biggest football franchises in the NCAA. Currence is a James Beard Award winner and the author of Pickles, Pigs, and Whiskey and Big Bad Breakfast. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Girding for Battle Before moving to Oxford, Mississippi, in 1992, which will be near on thirty years (or more) by the time you read this, I knew jack about tailgating. It’s a dirty little secret: While we can find any excuse to throw a party in New Orleans and few cities pull harder for their team, New Orleanians know relatively little about tailgating. This has changed dramatically in the last decade, when the Saints’ program became truly competitive, spurring our tailgating game to also level up and go toe-to-toe with great NFL stalwarts in parking lots around the country. But those gatherings were not around when I was growing up. This may seem curious to folks who don’t know New Orleans well, but there is a perfectly good reason. The original Sugar Bowl stadium (Tulane University stadium), where both Tulane and the Saints played until the Superdome was opened in 1975, was located in an affluent neighborhood in uptown New Orleans, adjacent to the Tulane campus. Hundreds of folks within walking distance of the stadium held regular open houses on game days, choosing to stay close to their kitchens, rather than fuss over setting up tailgate spreads. There was also a shortage of parking lots around the stadium, so even if folks had wanted to tailgate, there was not much space for it. That’s why when I was a little one, my exposure to tailgating was nothing more than hopping from house party to house party. In the early 1980s, I trundled off to Hampden-Sydney College, in Virginia (where, some rightfully argue, I did little more than piss away my parents’ hard-earned money). H-SC was an amazing place. To step on campus was to step back in time two or three decades. It was safe. It was honest. It was untouched, and tradition ruled supreme. On cool fall Saturdays, tailgating was one of those well-established traditions. Wagoneers, Country Squires, Eldorados, and the rest filled the tiny oak tree–shaded parking lots next to the football field, their trunks propped open to reveal the bounty of a family’s kitchen after days of toil. It was here that I was first brought back to life from a previous night’s festivities with a bourbon and Coke, a cold fried chicken thigh, and pimento cheese. The smells of a musty trunk, leaded gasoline, a sun-beaten nylon interior, whiskey, and barbecue are burned on my brain, reminding me of one of the happiest places I can imagine anywhere. So, after completely f***ing away a few years at H-SC, I dropped out. As a result, I found myself under my own financial horsepower and headed off to Chapel Hill, intending to continue my course of study at the University of North Carolina. At UNC, I fel
