Dear reader, please note: this post was written in the delightful haze which inevitably follows the consumption of pork, that most delightful of all hoofed beasts that aren’t cows. Care must be taken, lest you be tempted to run right out and find some pork of your own. Should that temptation befall you, respond with scripture, as our Lord did.
Baby Back Ribs, I deem thee nectar of the gods. Thou art good. Thou art wholesome. When smoked, the pig of thy origin is a creature whose delightfulness knows no bounds. You are my BFF, or at least my BF. Certainly, you are my F… I adore thee.
The farm show ran until 2000 tonight (for you 24-hour virgins, that should read twenty hundred hours), at the conclusion of which my b-o-l-o-g-n-a from noontime had left the building. Much to my chagrin, I was suffering from a total lack of pork, not to mention the wherewithal to smoke pork should I be fortunate enough to acquire pork. Recognizing the dire need for nourishment, I inquired of Roger the whereabouts of an establishment with a pork specialty. Roger recommended several such establishments, whereupon I proceeded to one Smokey Bones.
As the hour is late, this must suffice. The next time you feel a hankering for pork, I highly recommend Baby Back Ribs from Smokey Bones in their original sauce. You won’t be disappointed!
Because of your good experience, I ordered ribs at Montana Mike’s recently – very good (not healthy though!). See how easily you can influence someone – must be careful.
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By: Mombo on January 30, 2011
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Hey Mike, I have been thoroughly enjoying your most recent post. I am glad that you are back at it again. I hope all is going well for you and yours, and congrats to Mr. McKay on his retirement. Ok, well hope to hear form you again soon!
By: Ryan Myers on February 16, 2011
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