Last Wednesday, West Virginia natives The Joseph Sisters stopped by WBKR to perform on the air for us. And after they finished we all began talking about food. They'd brought us some authentic West Virginia pepperoni rolls, which I didn't know was a thing.

So, naturally, I had to tout Owensboro's specialty, barbecue, and specifically, mutton.

And, as if on cue, raised eyebrows and bewildered expressions. And those expressions devolved once I told them what it was.

No surprises here. I have only ever known one person--ONE--who was not born in Daviess County and developed a taste for mutton.

It's my good friend, Trace.

I've know people who've lived here for decades and just don't like it. Conversely, my aunt, who has lived in New Mexico for the last 64 years but was born here, LOVES it. In fact, we ice some and take it with us when we go out there.

There ARE those who aren't native to Owensboro or Daviess County and don't even try it, but all credit to those who have and say they just can't stand it.

At least they tried it.

I, on the other hand, love it. Growing up, when Mom or Dad said we were going for barbecue, I knew they meant mutton.

And, don't get me wrong, I love it all--Boston butt, chicken, brisket--but mutton is my first love.

I cannot, however, say the same for folks I know who weren't born here. It's a common denominator that's never failed.

If they eat mutton somewhere else, I'd like to go there and give it a try. See how they prepare it and then cook it.

But I'll be skeptical. And I'll wonder if they'll be surprised to meet someone who isn't local that actually will eat mutton.