So that's what I did. But then, a problem. How the hell do I cook these things? I haven't barbecued in years.
I've never prepped a meal like this from start to finish, I always just threw stuff on the Barbie.
No more.
So I searched the WWW and came up with a recipe.
Ugh. I hate the boiling part when all that fat rises to the top. Of course I drained it, and then on to the sauce...
Well, there's the finished product. He didn't really like the sauce. It took me all afternoon, basically, but what can I say?
Well, there's the finished product. He didn't really like the sauce. It took me all afternoon, basically, but what can I say?
He and I both like more crispy stuff. The ribs were moist, tender and coming off the bone.
OK, so I was guilty of that unsolicited invitation, setting myself up for rejection.
OK, so I was guilty of that unsolicited invitation, setting myself up for rejection.
But here's another one, sent to my work email, from bikinitube.com or something or other. I did not join.
I was also asked to become the speechwriter/communications manager for the following, but I refused.
And then, of course, Jib Jab emailed me their latest zany videos, this time for Father's Day. For the first time in several years, I will have this Father's Day off and will not have to cover the Manitoba Marathon.
I would send one of these to my dad, but he doesn't have a computer. They ARE super funny.