Monday, June 14, 2004
When Beefiness Isn't Enough
Me and ribs have to call it quits. For years, ours has been a one-sided relationship. Though dazzled by the tang and deliciousness, I've always resented the effort it takes to get just a little meat off the bone. And don't even get me started on the mess. So Friday, after smearing sauce on my cheek and pants, despite my willingness to accomodate its needs, we had The Talk. I'm moving on to brisket. I think it's for the best.
Me and ribs have to call it quits. For years, ours has been a one-sided relationship. Though dazzled by the tang and deliciousness, I've always resented the effort it takes to get just a little meat off the bone. And don't even get me started on the mess. So Friday, after smearing sauce on my cheek and pants, despite my willingness to accomodate its needs, we had The Talk. I'm moving on to brisket. I think it's for the best.
