I'm not a rib fan. Eating meat off a bone isn't really my thing but man, oh man, can my guy smoke a mean rack of ribs!!! It takes a precisely calculated 24 hour process that Rob has perfected over the last few years to turn out these little racks of joy but it's all worth it! Rob's ribs are the only ribs I will ever eat.. period.
As for our very picky little eater... he (along with his entire face, arms, part of his thighs, and tonight his foot) loves 'em too!
Paper towels and rags don"t stand a chance against this kid.. it's straight to baths!
4 comments:
Oh my gosh KK!! Adorable!! Dad and I ate ribs tonight too and I'm pretty sure we almost looked like this haha. You sure have a cute little kiddo :) PS if you love Rob's ribs you'll love Dad's too....they're both phenomenal!!! Love you!!
Never tell Chad that Rob smokes his own meat. Chad wants a smoker so bad! I love the huge smile covered in BBQ :)
It's not good for pregnant Gina to read about delicious smoked ribs...now that's all I can think about! Nothing else will satisfy me for dinner! Boston, you are one lucky kid. :)
I haven't had a chance to check out anybody's blog in like...oh..3 months! (I wonder why!) But, I thoroughly enjoyed getting caught up on yours! SO creative and cute!!!
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