Every Texan knows that family-owned shacks with picnic tables and Styrofoam cups have the best. People aren’t standing in line because they have nothing better to do; the slow-smoked meats, tangy potato salad, jalapeno-spiced baked beans and made-from-scratch peach cobbler are well worth the hour wait.
Don’t you know, the only condition you can count on is it bein’ hotter than a burning stump come summer? We got droughts, hurricanes, twisters, flash flooding and blizzards, all in one day the other five months.
We will nod our heads and answer simultaneously with one syllable: Coke. We may mean Diet Coke, root beer or our state-made Dr. Pepper. You best confirm our drink order before walking away and ask if we want Coke next time.
You can’t comfortably take road trips in those good-for-nothin’ Matchbox-sized cars — and driving anywhere in Texas takes forever. You can’t haul your new Weber gas-charcoal-rotisserie grill and patio furniture from Home Depot to your home. And you sure as hell ain’t gonna have a tailgate party before the UT/OU Red River Shootout, the most important college football game of the season.
Shiner and salsa, check. Team jersey, check. DVR ready, check. We’re not doing anything on Saturday except watching the college game in real time. We don’t DVR it to watch later — we watch the 89-yard touchdown over and over.
If ever there were a finger food, it would be baby-back ribs. It’s OK to get your hands dirty for this staple of Texas barbecue.
There is only one place to pass the unbearably hot summer days: the first Texas water park. We’ll fix you right up with a visit to the original location in New Braunfels. You’ll be scared as a cat at the dog pound as you plummet six stories, in total darkness, on the Black Knight waterslide.
You have just committed a huge injustice toward the 11 million heads of cattle that provide that juicy, marbled Texas beef. You’ll never know it’s so tender you can cut it with a fork. Might as bury it because it couldn’t get any deader.
Do you mean Who-stun? The largest city in our state is pretty easy to find; just about every mileage sign on any major freeway lists Houston. You may have several hundred miles to go, but it’s just over yonder.
The only way to greet people around these parts is with a firm grip. I guess you just fell off a turnip truck into our fine state.
Don’t you do that where you’re from? No? Guess you’re not that proud of your home state. Well, we’re serious as a snakebite about Texas, which was once a republic unto itself.