It tasted like 2x4's. Don't ever buy beef short ribs without the bone in them, because you will rooooo the day. I said..roooooo!! The sauce was fantastic, but those riblets were as tough as leather. They tasted like plywood. I'm not knocking plywood, we all have it in our homes, but normally we don't partake of it at the dinner table. Gord was very polite,and said it didn't taste THAT bad, while I was trying to do the heimlich manoeuvre on him after his second bite. When he regained conciousness, we decided to eat the rice and veggies. Fortunately I had French vanilla ice-cream and bananas for dessert. I could have screwed up the whole meal! I tried to throw the rest of them away today. They didn't want to leave. They stuck to the bottom of the pot, and then with much prodding and swearing I steered them to the garbage. They fought me all the way. So, I took a cattle prode and shook them off. I swear, that's the truth.
Penny was mighty pissed. And as it turns out, she likes plywood. She followed the scent right to the garbage can. She stayed there and sat "pretty" in front of it until her paws got too cold and she had to come in. Pooooor Penny Plywood eater.
It's so cold here, and there will no end to it until the weekend.....I made spagetti tonight...you can't go wrong with that, can you? I don't know...I smell burnt plywood...........it must be my sinuses talking.
You know the "cold" I didn't want to talk about, it's just about gone. So, you can tune in again without the whining if you want to.
Spring seems so far away, but I look forward to it, and look forward to baling out the basement again. Now, that is sad.