Over the weekend I decided I wanted to make bbq ribs. We eat a lot of chicken at home and I figured ribs would be just the dish to shake things up. I found an easy and budget friendly recipe.
After my weekly trip to the market where I picked up enough food for several meals, I realized that I had bought beef ribs, not pork. Ooookay. Beef ribs it is.
The night before dinner I was so proud of myself. I cut my onions, seasoned and portioned the ribs and put everything in the crockpot. The next morning all I had to do was add the barbecue sauce and apple juice.
Except that I couldn’t find the brand new barbecue sauce that I am sure I bought over the weekend. So the morning of dinner I was squeezing the dear life out of the two bottles I had in the fridge. It didn’t look like nearly enough, but it would have to do. I added the apple juice and the ratio was way off. I’ve made country ribs in root beer before, so it couldn’t be that bad, right?
Fugg it. I put the lid on, set the timer and was out the door. As I drove Regan to school I told her we’d probably be having hot dogs for dinner.
When we got home I made bee-line for the crockpot. The ribs were swimming in the hot apple juice concoction. I grabbed a forked and fished out a little sliver of meat and…Oh.My.Damn. It was delicious!
Not barbecuey at all, but tasty just the same.
I served it up with rice and green beans and we grubbed. Regan had seconds. So did I.
There was a good portion left which I promptly threw in the trash. Uh, yeah. I tossed it. I can’t explain it, but I knew I didn’t want any more. The thought of eating it again made me queasy. But it was good the first go around.
Blogger’s Note: Sorry for the ultra-janky iPhone pics. I’ll do better and start using my real camera.