A blog that used to chronicle my Philadelphia eating life, then life working on a sheep farm in the PNW, and now life in rural Virginia.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Ribs
The next day my father got an earlier start on the coals and cooked the ribs. Unfortunately it was his first rib experience and the ribs turned out a little dry. Though he did try a few morsels before and said that at that time you could really taste the sauce...which he made himself and did not pour out of a bottle. Next time around we'll know. It was a learning experience. My mother made some pretty good coleslaw...which is saying something, since I don't usually care for coleslaw.
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