Quick & Easy Barbecue Sauce

By: Brady Evans 

I have a confession.  Maybe it isn’t a confession at all – maybe you’ve known this all along.

I don’t get my hair cut every 5 weeks. Or 8 weeks. Or by the same person. Or in the same county.

As much as my mom trained me to find a stylist I love, be faithful to her through her inevitable salon moves, and raise my children with her, I just don’t do it. I get my hair cut on a whim, usually when a coupon comes in the mail (this gives you a clue as to the type of places that cut my hair), whenever I’ve got a spare minute.

To be honest, I’ve got pretty simple hair.  You know which one is me, right? The one with the easy-to-cut hair. And the sign. My hair is long. Sometimes there are bangs. They can go to either side. There are no layers. There’s no added color. So you see, I just can’t convince myself that I need a $50 haircut that necessitates an appointment scheduled a month out.

I also don’t cry over my hair – even when I got a really weird set of bangs from an obvious rookie right before (i.e. the day before) a professional photo shoot with my husband and my dogs. My hair straight up looks like crap in those photos and I’ve STILL got them hung in my house. Sometimes I walk past them and literally laugh out loud. I just have trouble caring about my hair.

So I walked into Great Clips (Cost Cutters? Hair Xpress?  Aren’t they all the same?) and Jacob greeted me at the door. He asked for my phone number (he wasn’t hitting on me) and typed it into the computer.

“Is there any reason why I’m not seeing your information in the system?” he asked (and yes, his tone was snotty).

Uh, yeah, I thought, I’ve never been here and I won’t be coming back (not because you’ve ticked me off, but because I JUST DON’T CARE!).

“Can you just cut my hair as a guest? I’m here from out of town,” I lied. Well, not really. I mean, I wasn’t within 25 minutes of my home. That’s out of town, right?

So I sat down in Jacob’s chair and noticed he had just received his cosmetology license. He also probably just turned eighteen. I didn’t care. I did the trick I always do: immediately closed my eyes. Ahhh, hopefully he’ll pick up on the fact that I’m not here for small talk. Jacob, I know you don’t care about my job, husband, or my-lack-of-kids-but-plethora-of-pets and I don’t care about your life either. I just want to pretend, as you awkwardly brush my hair with the plastic comb and your overly large hands, that I’m in a spa. Jacob asked me how I’d like my hair cut, and I said, as politely as possible {with my eyes still closed}, “I don’t care.”  And then I edited myself, “I’m low maintenance, just trim it up, make the ends healthy, you know.”

And then I had 8 minutes of silence. It was wonderful. Quick and easy is what I was looking for and that’s what I got. The silence and pretend-spa-feel was a bonus.

I was also looking for quick and easy when I came across this barbecue sauce. I sort of love and I sort of hate that it starts with ketchup. It certainly makes the process easier but makes it feel a little less homemade. This barbecue sauce tastes really good if you like a tangy tomato-based sauce. I had all the ingredients on hand (the liquid smoke was leftover from vegetarian days gone by), so it was nice to whip up a no-cook barbecue sauce just in time for dinner. My favorite sauce will always be a mustard-based sauce from a local hole-in-the-wall barbecue pit, but this is definitely delicious for a change.

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Quick and Easy Barbecue Sauce (adapted from America’s Test Kitchen via Pink Parsley)

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 cups ketchup
  • 1/2 cup molasses
  • 2 Tablespoons cider vinegar
  • 3 Tablespoons honey
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons hot sauce (I used sriarcha)
  • 1/2 teaspoon liquid smoke
  • 2 Tablespoons dijon mustard
  • salt and pepper

Instructions

  1. Whisk together all the ingredients in a medium bowl.
  2. Taste and season with additional salt, pepper, honey, and/or hot sauce if needed.
  3. Store covered, in the refrigerator, for several weeks.

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