starters. and sides. part 1.

Can someone turn back the clock? I am still in the rough draft stage of my new year's resolutions.

To do list:

- Be on time for work
- Don't be a gossip
- Use more fresh ingredients
- Join a gym and use it
- Go on or schedule more "date nights"
- Recycle more
- Organize and streamline my house and my routine
- Save more $
- Pay more attention to my dog
- Blog more


Uh oh. So far I have only accumulated a HUGE pile of recycling in my garage that I fully intend to take to the drop-off site.

The truth is that I don't believe in all that anyway. Resolutions are just a chance for you to feel extra guilty about falling into your old bad habits. I hate January. January is just the month when everyone wants to catch up and be good to make themselves feel better. Everyone is on their high horse. Everyone is on their blackberry. Everyone wants something from you... a project, a check in the box, a just-checking-in-on-that... Everybodys talking at me... I can't here a word they're saying...

I hate January. The truth is, that January is not a feel good month. The sky grows dark early every evening. Extra pounds and soft muscles from the holidays and beyond cling to your body the same as always. The realization of the generosity you may have not been able to afford during Christmas greets you in the form of your bank statement. Everyone already feels guilty with the added concern of the ever-so-slowly slipping list of new resolutions. Admit failure, dammit.

I don't really believe in the good luck properties of black-eyed peas. (Although that doesn't mean I don't eat them every new year's day.) I'd like to believe that I have a chance to improve on myself every day. And I do, really.

Perhaps I should just stop complaining and hit the damn "publish" button more to fulfill the last action item on my list. But let's start from the beginning. There will be a few stops and starts here, since it has been a while. There will be room for all of it... but let's take a break in between. You can't eat all this at once anyway.

I never liked barbecue as a child. I never liked the way that people smothered it in sauce. I never liked the way that everything on the plate had to touch. I never liked the unfamiliar elements of these composed potato salads and cole slaw. I never liked it when people spelled it like "BBQ". That is not a word, by the way - that is a collection of consonants.

I never really appreciated barbecue as a child, and perhaps I never had the right kind. There is a barbecue awakening going on in Texas as of late. The Texas Monthly list of top barbecue joints in our great state was published in June of 2008. I know lots of devotees who have tried a many places on the list. I know that there are a lot of deserving establishments out there... but I also know that the judges never visited Hard Eight. I know that it is technically a chain, with shops open in Brady and Stephenville too, but the Coppell addition is well worth a visit. Don't let the office park vibe surrounding it fool you. The smell of the pit will beckon you in from the parking lot.

As any good barbecue place should, this one revolves around the meat. The format is casual, so when you get your turn, you pick out your favorites directly from the pit and pay for it by the weight. Some measurements are predetermined. You cannot get half of a rib-eye or a pork chop, for example, and really, why would you want to? At this point, I have had a bite of all the selections and by far, the best item on the smoker is the ribs. The thready texture of their well-cooked and smokey rib meat is delightfully seasoned and juicy. Be ready to get your hands dirty. The other highlights worth mentioning: A perfectly cooked and sliced at your request sirloin, a pork chop to be reckoned with, chopped beef to contend with the rest of them, and really moist and juicy chicken.

Don't forget the sides. The grilled corn off the grill is warm and comforting, but skip the butter bath when it is offered. Try the cornbread salad just to see if you like it - Hard Eight claims that it could be a complete meal in itself. The potato salad is a step ahead the familiar yellow-twinged kind that you found at every family picnic, is it fennel seed or mustard? You tell me. If you are a fan of vinegar slaw, which I am, skip their cole slaw. I do not enjoy a creamy slaw without any acid.

Why is it that barbecue demands acid on the palate? There is nothing like that taste. I fulfill this need with the crispy cookiecutter bulk bought pickles - the completely man-made processed product that I never feel guilty about indulging in.

The perfect ending to this endeavor is the velvety texture and fresh taste of the banana pudding. All the other desserts pale in comparison. Bon appetit!