I'd planned to enjoy the day with Luke, but I was unexpectedly called in to work. So, on the way home, I stopped and picked up a full rack of Memphis style dry rub, BBQ baby back ribs from my favorite smokehouse.
Luke knows when I come through the door, and he gets the first whiff of those BBQ ribs, that we're gonna be eatin' good. I'll eat one, then I'll give him one and he always waits patiently for his turn.
Old guys like us probably shouldn't eat greasy BBQ ribs too often, but sometimes when you get the craving, nothing else will do.
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