That’s right, damnit. I’m a whopping great fat guy and I like to stuff myself full of things like barbecued ribs. 

Don’t kid yourself, if you were able to digest them without any ill-effects, you too would devour spare ribs like a savage lion for every single meal. I would too. There’s just so much to be said about this wonderful manly food. And it is manly. It evokes the ancient joy of ripping meat from the bone, smearing blood all over one’s face, and crunching, yes crunching, the bones into tiny fragments. 

Since the dawn of time, mankind has been eating ribs. And there’s two perfectly good reasons here:

Slow-cooked ribs

And:

Pork spare ribs

I gotta tell you though – there would be nothing spare about them when I’m done. Every little scrap of meat will be in my belly. The sauce would be all over my face, my fingers, my chest if I’m lucky..

I would love to swim around in a barrel of bbq sauce, biting at grilled bits of pig rib randomly… That would be heaven.