There's eating

And then there's eating.

Once the ribs were separated it was all  fingers and teeth.*

For me, there is something intrinsically satisfying about tearing meat off bone with my teeth.
I've come to the conclusion that I am not, in fact, a highly educated and licensed redneck.
I am a highly educated and licensed cave man.

Pork ribs. It's what's what was for dinner.



* I did use a fork for the 'tater salad.  Even a caveman understands efficiency.