The Love family is not your typical American family.  I have moved around my whole life from town to town.  I was originally born in California then my mother, brother, and I moved to Atlanta at the age of two.  That was four years prior to moving to where I was raised, Memphis, Tennessee.  My mother’s side of the family is from Memphis, and my father’s family is from St. Louis, Missouri.  Both Memphis and St. Louis are known for how good their barbeque are, but I am going to tell about a memorable food tradition on my father’s side of the family.  When we moved to Memphis, my brother and I would travel to St. Louis every summer to stay with our father.  The timing to go to St. Louis in the summer was tremendous because the Fourth of July is celebrated in the summer time.  That was just an excuse to have a cookout.  Everyone in the family would come over our house for a good old fashion cookout.  My father was always responsible for cooking and grilling the meat.  I still have not met a person that barbeque tasted better than my fathers.  From the ribs to the turkey legs, everything he would grill was tasteful.  The meat was so tender that the meat would practically fall off the bone.  The ribs were always my favorite.  The ribs made me almost drool from my mouth.  The Love family always knows how to do it big.  When it was night time, we would go to downtown St. Louis to view the fireworks by the river and the infamous Arch.  The thoughts of spending time in St. Louis with my father and brother with all of the barbeque are memories of mine that will never be forgotten and will forever be cherished. Image