Many pit masters are born into BBQ,
with silver meat thermometers in
their mouths and dry rub under their
fingernails. Not the Yes, Dear BBQ
crew. These Savannah transplants
mastered the art of the meal without
the benefit of knowledge handed
down from hickory-scented ancestors.
With practice—and the patience
of their neglected spouses—came
wisdom, including the recipe to
these homemade sauces. Today, their

barbecue satisfies at smoker smack-
downs throughout the Southeast.

Yes, Dear BBQ sauce. Competition
tested. Wife approved.