When I moved to Atlanta in 1987, I lived a stone’s throw from the Pachinko House named in the lead to the NYT’s article on the BGE. I never ventured into the store in the eight years I lived there, although I was intrigued. It must have been the heat. But a couple of years later some friends in DC started raving about the Egg. Particularly after one gave the other a BGE as a wedding present. And then one of those friends, my BFF, GAVE me an egg for my 45th birthday. (I don’t know, he doesn’t have kids, I’ll never be able to reciprocate). The rest as they say is history. As anyone who has tasted my version of Zack Palaccio’s Fatty ‘Cue Ribs can attest.
You really can cook just about anything in the BGE. The Principessa’s Pizza is legendary around these parts. As is the fire roasted tomato sauce.
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