In the Barbecue is any four footed animal — be it mouse or mastodon — whose dressed carcass is roasted whole… at its best it is a fat steer, and must be eaten within an hour of when it is cooked. For if ever the sun rises upon Barbecue, its flavor vanishes like Cinderella’s silks, and it becomes cold baked beef — staler in the chill dawn than illicit love.
