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My parents presented me with a pig and a half's worth of spareribs - a little more than 13 lbs. or three full racks - yesterday and said,

"We're going out to dinner but we're having people over tomorrow. Do something with it."

"I'll be right back."

So I pedaled furiously to the caverns of my bedroom and stuffed my backpack with a few cookbooks, pedaled back, set up a desk in the kitchen and spent the night with cookbooks, a few short stories, Bob Dylan cake, the Pencil Box and a flying bottle.

They (the ribs) sat in a salt/sugar brine overnight and mom has one of them in the stove with her classic spicy sauce. I was drooling inside as I made a dry rub for the other rack. We decided to keep one of them out of play for today - two full racks and other food should be enough for everyone tonight.

So, dry rub and a maple glaze (it's Spring time, isn't it?) with ginger and a tiny bit of soy sauce. I'm sitting outside, next to the grill and trying to keep the temp. as low as possible. There's a muffin tin of water beneath the rack sitting on... the rack of the grill so that should divert away (even more) the harsh heat and the steam will keep 'em moist. I hope.

Mom just checked on it and she looked pretty impressed. "Wowowow..." so... that's usually a good sign. Mostly I wrote this and write about food other times to make my brothers jealous. Oh well. You live somewhere that has restaurants, you jerks. How's your Indian food?

This is a Sunday afternoon in the summer. Tomorrow is Memorial Day and Harriet said we don't have to work so... probably won't. Well, not a full day at least. Maybe take a drive or something - wouldn't that be nice? Anyway, I hope everyone else is getting a chance to enjoy some good food as well - especially on the weekends.

Isn't it a shame how slow mail is? The regular mail, I mean. If that were faster, even if it is more expensive now, it would probably be more popular.