I validate my support of our Dark Lord Saban by the scoreboard. Since arriving at Alabama, Saban is 55 and 12 in five years with two BCS National Championships. Recruiting reports are agog. There is no reason to believe he won’t be bringing a third or more titles back to Tuscaloosa. The Nicktator wins. Get out of his way and let him drive, at least in football related matters.
You can imagine my reticence when my extended brother-in-law (he’s my brother-in-law’s twin and I don’t know what else to call him) arrived at my house with Nick’s Sweet Home Saban Sauce to put on grilled chicken. I was reticent because the sauce was sold for charity with a remarkably marketable name. There was a hook and a second hook and a third hook since this was Alabama and barbeque mated with football. People would buy this by the case load. What impetus exists to put a quality product in the bottle?
I stuck a finger in the bottle and tasted. It was sweet and lacking spice. I was not expecting much, so I wasn’t monumentally disappointed, but I held out hope. I slathered it on the chicken anyway because I’m polite like that. The results where surprising. Granted, I seasoned the raw chicken with salt and pepper, but not enough to explain the transformation of sweet and bland sauce to rich and zingy (yup) grilled bird. Add heat and be amazed. And it’s for a great cause.
The Nick’s Kids Fund gives annually to a variety of programs aimed to help kids, parents, and teachers. If you cook on the spur of the moment, by all means grab a sauce at the store/make your own. But if you plan ahead for family gatherings or some such, order a bottle of the Saban Sauce and try it. If you like it as much as I do, you can get cases enough to feed whatever reunion, birthday, anniversary, or bris.