After years of hauling my children to far away family for the holidays, it was time to stay home. Both kids were in college and I couldn’t have hauled them anywhere if I tried. They were coming home but I didn’t feel like cooking. Dale was in Korea.
At the commissary doing the necessary holiday food gathering, I stared at the turkeys. Do I want one? My son has been cooking since he was ten years old and made lamb with tartar sauce for a school project. The lamb was delicious and was the beginning of Ryan’s long love of cooking food. I was hoping he would cook this year. But a turkey?
I continued down the meat isle. That’s when I saw them. The ribs were on sale and they were huge and meaty. “Well,” I thought to myself, “Ryan might want a go at those.”
I passed the turkeys again on the way out. I suppose it was tradition gnawing at me, but I grabbed one.
Ryan was so excited. Thanksgiving day dawned and I dutifully began turkey preparations. I’m not sure where Rachel was but she didn’t do much cooking so I figure she was still in bed. I can’t remember.
Ryan began rib prep. He soaked the ribs in some concoction of random spices, hot sauces and barbecue sauce. After a slow roast in the oven the ribs were seared on the grill.
I am not a rib eater. I don’t eat food that makes your face messy. I pulled a piece of rib off the bone and tasted it. It was delicious. Rachel and Ryan almost devoured those two racks of ribs.
Through the years, Ryan has refined his recipe and his cooking pattern. We missed the ribs last year because of the location where we had Thanksgiving, but this year, Ryan proved once again, that he is a master in the kitchen.
Thanksgiving ribs is now a family tradition.
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