Ach du lieber Himmel, why is it that as soon as the clock hits midnight, der Magen (your belly) decides it’s hungrier than a Longhorn in August? Friday night rolls into Saturday morning, and schwupp-di-wupp—you’re rummaging through the fridge like a raccoon who just discovered Whataburger sauce packets. Ja, willkommen to the noble Texas tradition: the midnight snack. BBQ Leftovers – The King of the Icebox In Texas, you measure a man’s character not by his handshake, but by how…