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William Paul “Bill” Arnold Jr.

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William Paul “Bill” Arnold Jr.

Birth
Death
4 Nov 2021 (aged 65)
Columbia, Boone County, Missouri, USA
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Taken from the BLUESHOG.COM website:
Bill Arnold is the man behind the now famous Blues Hog Barbecue Sauce. Raised by his grandmother just outside of Memphis, Tennessee, Bill's passion for cooking came at an early age. Racing past the clothes hung on the line and down where the locals had gathered to make "squirrel stew," a young Bill would watch for hours as the hickory slabs were turned under the barrels and the "stew" was churned with a boat paddle.

"One night at a cook, around two in the morning, I was headed to bed. Wasn't asleep more than 10 minutes when someone runs in and shouted, "Bill! You need to cook the hog!" Someone had broughta dog over and it began to fight with another dog. Bailey, who was cooking, tried to separate them, but was bitten and lost his thumb! With Bailey rushed to the hospital, it was my duty to man the fire and turn the hog. Around the fire, a Yankee grabbed his fiddle and began to play, and as I swayed to the music, he said, "Look at that Blues Hog, flipping that hog! That's when it stuck! Blues Hog Barbecue!"
Taken from the BLUESHOG.COM website:
Bill Arnold is the man behind the now famous Blues Hog Barbecue Sauce. Raised by his grandmother just outside of Memphis, Tennessee, Bill's passion for cooking came at an early age. Racing past the clothes hung on the line and down where the locals had gathered to make "squirrel stew," a young Bill would watch for hours as the hickory slabs were turned under the barrels and the "stew" was churned with a boat paddle.

"One night at a cook, around two in the morning, I was headed to bed. Wasn't asleep more than 10 minutes when someone runs in and shouted, "Bill! You need to cook the hog!" Someone had broughta dog over and it began to fight with another dog. Bailey, who was cooking, tried to separate them, but was bitten and lost his thumb! With Bailey rushed to the hospital, it was my duty to man the fire and turn the hog. Around the fire, a Yankee grabbed his fiddle and began to play, and as I swayed to the music, he said, "Look at that Blues Hog, flipping that hog! That's when it stuck! Blues Hog Barbecue!"


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