I go through the fridge every month and the freezer every six months, so two days ago I went through both. In the freezer was a pack of pork ribs, and the second my grandmother saw that package she started shouting to my grandfather that I was making ribs. Well... That took away any choice I had in the matter. In the fridge the ribs went to thaw.
My grandmother is a little off her rocker...in a good way though. Her most recent pastime has been using the cardboard roll from paper towels as a trumpet. My kitchen is two floors away from her bedroom, and I kid you not I can hear her trumpeting away with the fire door to my apartment mostly closed. She's ridiculous. She drives my grandfather crazy. I love her to pieces.
She underwent open heart surgery nine years ago or so, and was somehow able to pull out her breathing tube...with the balloon still inflated in it (I won't even attempt to figure out how she managed to accomplish that). Ever since then, she's had a hard time eating. Her faithful standbys are mashed potatoes, applesauce, soft vegetables...and the occasional handful of potatoes, followed by a coughing fit. I made ribs for myself one day, and I have an open-bite (my top and bottom teeth don't meet in the front) which makes it difficult for me to bite the meat off of the bone. To save me frustration and time, I just cook the ribs until the bones fall out and then cut up the rib meat and put it back into the sauce...which is surprisingly soft enough for her to eat without coughing. These ribs are her absolute favorite dinner (especially when served over mashed potatoes).
My grandmother is a little off her rocker...in a good way though. Her most recent pastime has been using the cardboard roll from paper towels as a trumpet. My kitchen is two floors away from her bedroom, and I kid you not I can hear her trumpeting away with the fire door to my apartment mostly closed. She's ridiculous. She drives my grandfather crazy. I love her to pieces.
She underwent open heart surgery nine years ago or so, and was somehow able to pull out her breathing tube...with the balloon still inflated in it (I won't even attempt to figure out how she managed to accomplish that). Ever since then, she's had a hard time eating. Her faithful standbys are mashed potatoes, applesauce, soft vegetables...and the occasional handful of potatoes, followed by a coughing fit. I made ribs for myself one day, and I have an open-bite (my top and bottom teeth don't meet in the front) which makes it difficult for me to bite the meat off of the bone. To save me frustration and time, I just cook the ribs until the bones fall out and then cut up the rib meat and put it back into the sauce...which is surprisingly soft enough for her to eat without coughing. These ribs are her absolute favorite dinner (especially when served over mashed potatoes).