I have converted..............

For most of my 20's I toyed with the idea of becoming a vegetarian. It wasn't that I didn't like meat, it just wasn't really all that exciting for me. Whenever I went out to eat I ordered seafood or pastas, never steaks or chicken.

And when I lived on my own, I think I can count on my fingers and toes the number of times I purchased meat just for myself. A wheel of brie, but never meat.

Then along came S - a true meat and potatoes kind of guy. And we moved to the prairies where the seafood selection leaves a little something to be desired (unless you come across those prairie jellyfish....but that's a post for another day). So I started experimenting with different cuts and varities of meat. I soon realized the reason I never liked steak before was because it was always cooked well done - give me a rare steak and I'm a happy camper. I have even been known to eat beef tartare, sushi for the prairie dweller.

But ribs always were just a little beyond my grasp. I have never been fond of them, although we frequent a restaurant where S doesn't even look at the menu before he orders their Jack Daniels ribs.

And then there was last night. S has been working so hard on the kitchen that I thought I would be nice and make him ribs for supper. As I stood there grilling them, I thought that maybe I was making too much, that we'd never be able to eat the 3 pounds of ribs I had on the grill. S wandered by with some insulation and I informed him that I'd eat one section of ribs and then we could give my portion to the neighbor husband.

And then it happened.....that flash of light, an epiphany, voices and harps were playing. Oh my god these taste good was my first thought, it must just be the sauce I like. And then it hit me, as S watched in amazement, the pile of gnawed on rib bones grew on my plate. These were amazing and to think, I'd gone all these years snearing whenever someone said "let's have ribs".

And I'm sorry neighbor husband, I ate all the ribs I was going to give you :(


You can find the recipe HERE. The rum made the sauce and I substituted sweet thai chili sauce for the regular as it was all I had on hand.

And here's a picture of my sad little kitchen. Right now S and the neighbor husband are downstairs putting up gyp rock - and I will pay them with chocolate peanut butter cookies once the stove is plugged back in.