I used to enjoy a good plate of ribs. Not every week or anything, but for a treat? A special night out? I was a big fan of tender, juicy, saucy ribs. There’s a local place in Virginia that pretty much brought all of us to our knees – those ribs were worthy of their own theme song, they were THAT good.
As chains go we’ve enjoyed the ribs at Texas Roadhouse. Can I call them finger licking good without the copyright police crashing through the front door? Let’s hope so. At any rate those days are long gone now. I mean, technically I can eat the ribs, I’ll just feel hideous afterward. It’s not worth the pain.
It’s funny, though, I don’t remember ribs being a lifelong obsession. My dad would BBQ them sometimes for a special occasion, but I don’t think I ever ordered them in a restaurant until I was older. Probably a good thing. But of them all the restaurant item that truly perplexed me was the McRib sandwich at McDonald’s.
caveat: The following observations are based solely on a rather sketchy idea of what this sandwich is seeing as I haven’t bought one, tasted one, or sat with somebody as they did either of those things. So I guess you should take this with a grain of salt. Or the 890 milligrams you’d find in the McRib.
How could anything with “Mc” in front of it be considered a serious food? Or one worth lobbying your city council for. Or taking a twelve hour road trip to find a McDonald’s serving them during their limited release period. It’s a mystery. Kind of like how they’d take a pork “patty” and smush it in some sort of press to create the illusion of ribs. I mean, GROSS – I can almost feel the sproingy squishiness of that (and I use this word loosely) “meat” as I sit here writing this.
Yeah. Think I just threw up in my mouth a little. And this post has gone oddly off track into nausea inducing territory.
Maybe I should have stuck with “ribbed for her pleasure” this week, huh?
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “rib.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “rib” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I’m more perplexed at the lobster roll they serve
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That is a rather frightening idea…
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I have to admit, I’ve never had a McRib. I make ribs every couple months, and I eat ONE rib, because you know, me, meat, not so muches. I also enjoy ordering pulled pork bbq, and prefer it when my daughters or the dog will eat half. But a McRib, nope.
If you eat a McRib with McFries and a diet Coke, do you become Lot’s wife?!?
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I’m not saying you would, but then again it’s not like I’d tempt fate on that one. A girl can only process so much sodium in one sitting (although on-her-period Laura begs to differ). 😆
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LMAO! That was AWESOME commentary, Laura!
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McRibs aren’t my kind of food, but then I’m not salty enough for them, I guess. 😉
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Oh, Ally, I think you’re perfectly salty enough. Bwahahahaha!!
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Brilliant. Recently we had to have a MacDonalds. Couldn’t find any other food joints. When they asked what we wanted son immediately said “something which does not have any additives or sulphites, preferably something which hasn’t been processed”. Poor chap just stood open mouth looking at our son. We ended up having just milkshakes.
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Milkshakes are probably the closest thing you’ll find to meet your son’s (very sensible) requirements. Even the salads there make me squeamish.
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LOL – yeah, the McRib will never be on my wishlist for a fine-dining experience. Do you remember when it was in the news for someone finding mouse bones in one? Yikes…
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Gross!!! How do I not remember that story? Unless I blocked it. That seems likely because mouse bones? Gross!!
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LOL – it was a long time ago, early 80s – urban legend kind of story. But it was gross to read about at the time. They do look pretty darn gross raw/frozen. Mice and McRibs alike. Gross…enough…gross!!!
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The best thing about the McRib was the fact that it inspired the “Ribwich”episode of the Simpson’s.
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No! I missed the “Ribwich” episode! Guess I know what I’ll be googling tomorrow…
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Search under “High Culture”
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This is so amusing. I don’t eat ribs, either pork or beef but my family love them. I liked your last sentence.
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Thank you! It’s the random things that make me laugh.
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Ha! So funny. I’ve never had one one but have friends who live for them !
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How come none of mine crave them? Maybe we’ve all been brainwashed by the same anti-McRib rhetoric. 😆
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