2003-05-01 - 3:39 p.m.
My body has just gone kablooey. Maybe there's been a little too much eggplant in my diet lately.
Anybody who knows me at all will say that meat's just not my bag most of the time. I don't eat beef much at all, probably because of growing up taking care of steers on our tiny, tiny farm.
But oh man, today I'm craving ribs. Pork ribs. Dry please, sauce on the side the way they serve it in Nashville, just smoke and an enormous pile of 3-hour cooked green beans. It's like I'm channeling my Tennessee-raised grandpa. Give me ham hocks or death.
So instead of going to Costo after work to pick up gallon-sized ziplocks and nasty fake creamer for the office, how about I drive to Oakland, find the seediest, greasiest bbq shack and pig the hell out?
Oh yeah, that'll happen. Sure.
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