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Its by John Shelton Reed and his wife, Dale Volberg Reed, with William McKinney.
The Reeds are treasures of the South. They are scholars who document all y'all with such wit and originality that you might not even know you've been nailed.
When John was in the Lowcountry last year to teach at The Citadel, he shared some insight on the not-so-Southern-South.
He told me at the time that his new barbecue book would be using a quotation from an earlier column about barbecue.
Holy Smoke was supposed to include this astute observation:
I haven't joined the Sissy Club and put a honking gas grill on the deck. For all the flavor you get from those things, you might as well buy a Magic Marker and draw grill marks on your food. It would be a lot cheaper and might even taste better.
He also gave me a tip on where to eat great barbecue in the Pee Dee section of our state. Anybody want to guess what barbecue joint he had in mind?