Our kids still go to bed relatively early, so most nights I serve dinner to Tom and Lillian before Jane gets home and we have ours later. However, with the entire family being in the grip of jet-lag the kids have been staying up a couple hours later than usual and Wednesday saw a family dinner. It was a doubly special occasion as this would be their first ever encounter with BBQ ribs. Sticky fingers and faces ahoy!
Amusingly, when the dust settled Lillian's leftover rib-bones looked exactly like Jane's (ragged with missed bits of tedner, tasty, sticky, fleshy goodness). Meanwhile, Tom's had been picked absolutely clean exactly like mine. The table had been neatly split right down the middle on gender lines.
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I always liked designing log style cabins out of the leftover rib bones.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. That sounds like a fine idea for father/son bonding at a future meal.
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