Boy, it certainly sounds intriguing for a Sunday dinner to go awry, doesn’t it? But that’s what happened.
Up on the menu was fall-apart ribs, with fluffy mashed potatoes and a side of baby carrots. Mmmmm… The ribs were to simmer delicately all afternoon in sticky yummy barbeque sauce until they fell apart.
Whilst looking for a bigger and less-ketchup recipe for the sauce (I was really low on ketchup) I happened to notice they recommended around 4 pounds or so of ribs for 6 people.
I was cooking for nine.
The pork riblet amount already in the oven was 2 pounds.
Oops.
With a quick trip to the nearby grocery store, I had ketchup and (even better than messy fatty boney ribs) some cubed stewing pork. I was just in time to add them and whip up the sauce so they could simmer until Company Arrival Time.
The pork was 30% off, too.
Then my mother called to check on said Company Arrival Time. I confirmed that yes, supper was at 5, just like it is every Sunday. “Is it really five, or do you mean five but you’re in the kitchen running around banging pots and screaming at people to leave you alone?”
Clearly, she’s mistaken me for someone else. Like her. So I asked her, “And WHY do I invite you over to my house again?” She showed up ten minutes early just to rub it in, but I got her – supper was just about ready.
I had planned on the men getting the actual rib pieces, since they are more biologically designed to chew away at the fat and bones, and us delicate women and children who were sensitive to off textures in our food could have the boneless leaner pieces, but by the time I got everyone at the table and all the food out to the table, it was every man, woman and child for themselves. Ribs were on the table! I should have grabbed another package of meat while I was out, because the meat disappeared faster than chocolate at easter. You could say we made pigs of ourselves, but that would be a groan-inducing pun, so I won’t go there.
(I’m sorry, Julia, I fed your dad pork. And lots of it.)
The fluffy creamy mashed potatoes were just right for soaking up all the sauce, too. Mmm. For dessert, we had Blueberry Upside-Down Cake with whipped cream. I let my mom bring it because I’m nice like that.
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