Daddy's Ribs

I have never ever eaten ribs in my entire life.  Prior to marrying Justin, I was not a big meat eater at all.  I would eat only chicken and fish and (occasionally...very rarely) I would eat a hamburger and possibly some BBQ.  Even when I would eat a hamburger, it was never a fast food hamburger.  It had to be homemade by only a select few people (and it has to have mushrooms, cheese and avocado!).  And if I ate BBQ, it was only brisket, chopped on a sandwich...and once again, I wouldn't eat just any BBQ sandwich.  I only trusted a few.  So over the course of my 15 years of dating and marriage to Justin, he has slowly made me love red meat.  He started with really tender steak and tried for years to get me to eat ribs.  I do NOT eat meat that touches bones (not on chicken, fish, beef, pork....I just don't do it!).  A few years ago Justin made ribs and Vanessa ate them and loved them.  I thought OK...if Vanessa tried them, then I should give him the honor.  Remember, he's tried for years and years to convince me that 'his' ribs were 'special.'  Well, he was right.  After trying his ribs one time, I fell in love.  I still will not eat ribs anywhere else or by anyone else.

My kids have sort of followed in my footsteps in that they don't really like a lot of 'beef' but over time, I have been able to get them to eat really tender pot roast and meatballs.  Last night for the Super Bowl, Justin made his ribs and the kids wanted to try one.  They loved them and each ended up eating two a piece.  Kate actually did much better than Wesley...he was picking the meat off the bone because he wanted to give the bone to Rex (that is a rib ritual at our house...when we finish, Justin will give Jake a bone and I will give Rex one).  Let's just say everyone in the house was loving the ribs (bones) last night!  :)