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Years ago, in southern Indiana, my Mom would send me to the store to get, what she called, BBQ.
It was in the form of a roast, tied with string or a cord.
The butcher would slice it about 1/8 inch thick on his meat slicer.
Mom would heat it in a cast iron skillet with lots of BBQ sauce.
When...