The Hell Am I Eating?
My wife's grandmother is a wonderful woman. She's constantly bringing my wife anything that she thinks she can use, and often things that she's convinced that my wife needs but may never actually use (it's a bit odd when that happens). Anyway, during the ice storms that happened a while back her power was off and she just freaked out that her freezer was going to thaw so I had to rush over to her house to unload it all and shove it into my own. I tried to take it back to her several times, but she informed me that it needed to be eaten so we had best get to it. Today I opened a package that I thought was filled with ribs. It's not ribs. There's meat in it, but that's all that I can really tell you is there. All the same, it's in the slow cooker. Eight hours till I can answer the question: What the hell am I eating.