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I think their appeal is the call to our ancestor self. Eating meat right off the bone of a freshly killed, and cooked, animal. You bite them, rip the meat off the bone, suck the flavor of every last morsel. And then have another. And another.
You don’t need a knife, nor fork to eat them. Heck, you don’t even need chopsticks. What you need is a voracious appetite to eat like a horse (but, not eat a horse. Pork is preferable; Beef if you must). You know you’re going to get sloppy eating. And you know you’re (hopefully) going to love it. And you really really love the lemon scent of the wet-naps they give you to clean yourself up afterwards. Mmmmm… Ahhhh!! Heaven on earth!
Slather on some tangy, sweet, succulent BBQ sauce, and you’ve got an elixir that’s guaranteed to satisfy.
And if you can’t get your sparerib on, you can even make your own spareribs at home with the recipe we posted a few months ago.
Can you help me solve this conundrum? Is it spareribs? Or, spare ribs?
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Thank you for clarifying this for Mee.
Humbly submitted for your consumption,
—Mee Magnum (“Chop! Chop!”)

