I didn’t grow up eating ribs. I don’t think I even knew about them. Ribs were somewhere in the category with headcheese (brains), bull testicles, and sweetbreads, some type of country food where you eat the entire animal with no waste that I, a member of the conservative middle class housing development clan, wasn’t part of.
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