Rib Bone Temple

Do you want to take a picture of that for your blog? That was what my husband said to me after he'd finished pulling the meat off the ribs before dinner last night.

The ribs had cooked until the meat had pretty much fallen off the bone, which is why he went ahead and extracted the bones; why he laid them out like some peculiar musical instrument is beyond me. Pretty though, no? I think it looks a little like a temple, especially on that Asian-y plate.

I've not been cooking much at all recently. Not enough time, not enough motivation. But yesterday, when some ribs surfaced in the freezer, I made up a batch of barbecue sauce using a recipe I found on Smitten Kitchen. [It's really from the Barefoot Contessa, but Smitten's where I got it from.] It is an unassuming looking recipe - a jar of this, a jar of that, everything but the onion and garlic comes in a jar. But it is wonderful - tangy, sweet and a little spicy. Try it! The recipe makes more than you need - we've got three one-cup containers of it in the freezer, and I've got a jar to pass along to an office colleague who will appreciate it (and if I'm lucky, his girlfriend will reciprocate with tamales).

The good thing about him having pulled all the meat off the bones? We could eat the ribs with a knife and fork. The bad thing? We didn't get to lick our fingers.