That's a great story.
Mine's a little different, but meant the world to me, in a "welcome to the family" kind of way. My Mother in-law used to brag, and brag, and brag about her son's Que. I've had it, and it's decent. Well, one day, I was making up a brisket, some pulled pork, and beans; and took it over to her house, and the whole family came to eat. She pulled me aside at one point, and said, "don't tell Matt, but your BBQ is waaaay better than his."
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