You know that scene in Dirty Dancing when Dr. Houseman tells Johnny he knows he’s not the one who got Penny pregnant?
He’s all, “When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong.”
(The moment is at 4:28, in case you’re interested — or in case you just wanna watch pretty people dirty dance.)
ANYWAY, when I’M wrong, I say I’m wrong too.
So, here’s one of the ways I’ve been wrong lately: I think I may have been too hard on the Spicy Calabrian Pork Ribs.
They’ve been sitting in my fridge since I made them on Monday and I’ve been snacking on them all week. I’m liking them more now than I did initially. I think maybe the marinade needs to be made a few days in advance so the flavors have time to marry. I might try this experiment another time. (If I do, I’ll totally get back to you.)
The other experiment I want to try?
Involves the maple chile glaze from this pork chop recipe. I think I want to put THAT on pork ribs as well. This brings me to another thought….
It’s possible my pig obsession is getting out of control.
I keep telling myself at least it’s not as bad as this guy’s:
But I probably would wear one of these to work out.
An intervention may be necessary.
Even if things ARE a little out of control, I’m not ready to stop the obsession yet, so let’s just keep oinking, K?
I had some bacon leftover after I made the dish, so I decided to candy it with spices and maple syrup. (Recipe here.) Then I cranked up the Kygo, and danced in my kitchen while I waited for my candied bacon to cook because that’s what
lunatics people do.
Just try to listen to this track and not do a little dirty dancing of your own.
I dare you.
I double bacon candy dare you.