Mom let me start school an hour late today and craft up a DELICIOUS BBQ Sauce. Used it on my breakfast and it was awesome (steak and two eggs). Dad used it on his steak as well, and my brother (and fellow meat enthusiast) said he was tempted to just eat it right out of the jar. That's both weird and awesome.
And so begins the bloom of the Rose....
When I was your age, I never went for any school sports. I spent my free time going into the local Santa Monica Mountains and hunted for Quail and Mourning Doves. When I'd get one or two, or a rabbit, I'd bring them home, clean'em, and cook them and eat em.
Yeah, I was that kid. The wild boy who'd rather be in the hills, than the football field. My Sisters were all afraid I was going to become a hermit. Pellet rifle and Bow & Arrows, running away from my city childhood into the hills.
I spent 3/4 of my life moving away from the city, and living off my hunting and fishing skills.
Now I'm just an old Grandpa who is well loved and happy. Gimme Sam's Club abd the meat counter to browse
When I was pushed into really bar-b-queing, I began to take an interest. Along the way, like you, I began compounding things that tasted good. I decided one day with a side table of seasonings I was putting on meat, "Why not just combine these?" And I started making my own version of rub. But I didn't know it was called a Rub. I just called it "Sonny's Secret Seasoning's".
Now I take that "Rub", and I mix it with Sweet Baby Rays BBQ sauce, and a big ol glob of Sage Honey (Thanks Dad), and I paint that on Baby Back Ribs I grill.
Must be good, because I got told in no uncertain terms, "DO NOT mess with the Rib recipe!" So I feel handcuffed to the grill with my Baby Back Ribs.
Could be worse I guess.
Point being Terry, you are starting to bloom. And you are making your own sauce already. And you are getting your foot in the door with smoking.
Pursue it, in as much as money will allow. You don't need to run out and buy stuff. Just work your way along, doin what you are doin now. Be a Harry Potter of the Spice Rack, and a Sorcerer of the Smoke.
In 3 to 5 years you might have your own Bar-B-Que joint, or mobile business! Serious.