As a child, my father used to yell at me whenever I would lick the barbecue sauce off my fingers at the dinner table. He would say that it was rude and not proper table etiquette. He went on to tell me that when my hands get messy with any kind of sauce or food, I should wipe it on the napkin. So for a while, I listened to my father; but when I noticed how the napkin was getting all the good sauce, I once again started to lick my fingers. And I noticed people looking at me weird and my father getting angry once again. But I decided that I didn’t care what people thought about me at the dinner table. I knew that the sauce was good, and I wasn’t going to waste it on a napkin, so I continued to lick my fingers. I was going to be myself no matter who was watching. And one day, I decided that when I fall in love, I wanted a girl who would be my finger lickin’ barbecue. A girl who wasn’t scared or ashamed to be herself in a room full of strangers. A woman who loved the way God made her and was comfortable in her own skin. Finger Lickin’ Barbecue is a book for all ages (one to ninety-nine) who need the daily reminder that it is quite okay to be yourself.