We had to broil the ribs since there was a foot of snow out on the deck and we didn't feel like digging out the grill.
I've never seen Andy be so attentive to anything he's cooking. He never left the oven for a second while the ribs were sizzling.
Given the exceptional result, I can't fault him for it.
Yes, we used the bibs and since we hadn't showered, you only get to see Andy's bedhead since mine was seriously frightening. (And again: my blog, my rules.)
The perfect way to tell me you love me is with two giant plates of meat.
And yes, we ate them all.
In one sitting.
Happy Birthday to me!
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Notice my white knuckles on the final picture.
You would have been antsy too if you had that slab of heaven in front of you and Kristin wanted to "take just one more shot!"
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