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Satay Sauce — The Sauce That Keeps the Chain Unbroken

May 2023. Spring in Memphis, and I am 64, watching the azaleas and dogwoods bloom along my neighborhood walk, the annual resurrection that makes the winter worth surviving. The smoker wakes up in spring the way the whole city wakes up — slowly, with a stretch, then fully, with purpose.

Mama in Whitehaven, navigating her days between clarity and fog, still sharp enough to critique my cooking and still loving enough to eat it anyway.

I experimented this week — smoked pork belly burnt ends, cubed and re-smoked with sauce and butter until they were sticky, caramelized, and indecent. The kind of food that makes Rosetta say "Earl, your arteries" and then eat three more pieces, because even nurses have limits, and the limit of smoked pork belly burnt ends has not yet been found by human science.

I sat in the lawn chair next to Uncle Clyde's smoker as the dark came on, and I thought about what I always think about: the chain. From Clyde to me. From me to Trey, maybe, or Jerome, or whoever comes next with the patience and the hands and the willingness to stand next to a fire at three in the morning and wait for something good to happen. The chain doesn't break. The fire doesn't stop. And I am here, 64 years old, in a lawn chair in Orange Mound, Memphis, Tennessee, watching the smoke rise, and the rising is the living, and the living is the gift.

That night in the lawn chair, watching the smoke rise over Orange Mound and thinking about everything Clyde handed down to me, I knew the food was never just the food — it’s the sauce, the prep, the ritual, the thing you press into someone else’s hands and say here, this is yours now too. This satay sauce is the one I reach for when the pork comes off the smoker and needs something bold enough to hold its own alongside it — rich with peanut, warm with spice, and just sweet enough to keep Rosetta reaching back in despite herself.

Satay Sauce

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 10 minutes | Total Time: 20 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 1 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup coconut milk
  • 3 tablespoons soy sauce
  • 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 teaspoon fresh ginger, grated
  • 1 teaspoon sesame oil
  • 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (or to taste)
  • 1/4 cup warm water (to thin, as needed)
  • 2 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro (optional, for garnish)

Instructions

  1. Combine the base. In a medium saucepan over medium-low heat, whisk together the peanut butter and coconut milk until smooth and fully incorporated, about 2 minutes.
  2. Build the flavor. Stir in the soy sauce, lime juice, brown sugar, garlic, ginger, and sesame oil. Continue whisking over medium-low heat until the sugar dissolves and the sauce begins to thicken slightly, 3–4 minutes.
  3. Adjust heat and consistency. Add red pepper flakes and taste for heat. If the sauce is thicker than you like, whisk in warm water one tablespoon at a time until it reaches a smooth, pourable consistency.
  4. Simmer and finish. Reduce heat to low and let the sauce simmer gently for 2–3 more minutes, stirring frequently, to let the flavors meld. Remove from heat.
  5. Serve. Transfer to a serving bowl. Garnish with chopped cilantro if desired. Serve warm alongside smoked or grilled pork chops, pork belly, or skewered meats. Store leftovers in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to one week; reheat gently with a splash of water to loosen.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 7g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 11g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 380mg

Earl Johnson
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Earl Johnson
Week 375 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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