.....it ain't barbecue I was hired to do a TV segment on a novel presentation of southern pork barbecue, so we were smokin' the shoulders all day yesterday. The neighbors kept poking their heads around the corner wondering when it would be ready. Even the firemen from the fire house down the street came by to see what all the smoke was from. Note-they had all their gear on and carried extinguishers to boot! How can I tell them we can't share, that it's for work? I hate to see all those happy, expectant faces so disappointed. What to do? This stinks and I know all the crew will devour every speck of leftovers.