Laura= 1, Failure= 0. Just sayin'

They say the easiest way to a mans heart is through his stomach. Although I've had many people contest me on this point, I thought I'd give this ol' saying a go and make a man friendly meal for the tired accountant in training.

This was actually (gasp) my first time having ribs or making them, and they only reason I delved into such an endeavour was because Sobey's has a deadly ol' sale on. I was actually in the checkout line, and some lady in front of me piled 10 packages on the belt, and was raving on and on about the good deal on the meaty ribs. I figured, unlike me, she knew a thing or two about cooking; so I went rib crazy myself (2.00$ per pound, get on dat). When I think of men, I think of ribs. Not that I picture skinny rib-showing men, I just picture men looking happy with faces/hands full of bbq sauce and ribs. Sorry boys, that's just how I picture you all..

Anyhow, for the ribs, I didn't really have a recipe in my mind. Generally, when I cook.. I think about what I feel should be in it. So for ribs, I thought about Worcestershire sauce. I'm not sure why, when I look back on it, since when I wikipedia what it is (hadn't used it before today) it's more of a fish/bloody mary sauce.. but it ended up in here. Here's basically what my sauce was composed of (no laughs).. I'm not giving measurements, because I added.. tasted... added more.. ect

-Worcestershire Sauce
-Soy Sauce
-Franks Red hot sauce
-Prepared Mustard
-Ketchup
-White Vinegar
-Brown Sugar
-Molasses (I know, what the fuck right? It just came to me)
-All the bbq sauce!!!!!!!!! (Sweet & sour kraft + steak bbq sauce)

So, pretty much a clusterfuck of every rib recipe one would think of. I heaped all this nonsense together, and threw it in the crock pot for about 6 hours, giving a little taste test every now and then. I also added a bit of cornstarch to set some of the sauce, so I could use it on my salad (Genius!). I was actually surprised how it all came together in the end; the ribs were decently tender and partially coming off the bones, and was quite tasty indeed. I feel very manly (and full) at present, and if I had balls I would most likely scratch them to emphasize.

The twice baked potatoes, however, are quite an interesting tale. I didn't realize to bake potatoes in an oven.. it takes an HOUR. AN HOUR! What are the potatoes doing in there? mating? winning prizes? who knows. Anyhow, I was running late and figured i might have to resort to just the pitiful salad as a side. Thankfully, Melissa (my sister who retains the ability to recall how my mom makes bay potatoes), reminded me to chuck them in the microwave. However.. one must poke holes in them to make sure they don't blow up in the microwave.

BLOW UP IN THE MICROWAVE?!?!?!!

I have an irrational fear of appliances. And the thought of a potato wildly blowing up in my microwave sending its white lumpy guts all over the place was not appealing. So I stabbed those buggers with a fork prong multiple times, so they had no chance of exploding or scaring me into an early and frosty grave. About 12 minutes later, they were soft and intact. Score.

I then cut them in half, and scooped out their guts, which I proceeded to mix with the ol' beaters with sour cream, milk, butter and other random epicure spices.. and cheese! I pour that into their empty shells, and topped with spicy peppers/more cheese. I then sent them into their warm ovenly home, and waited patiently for 15 mins. A little liquid like- but holy balls they were awesome!

For dessert, I cheaped out. I feel dessert is better left to professionals, so I indulged with some Costco apple pastries.. covered in whipped cream with steroid-infused, store bought blueberries.

I now am pregnant with a phantom food baby. It just kicked!

Anyhow.. for first blog entry, I'm pretty glad I killed it.

Beef fajitas tomorrow, happy eating :)

Ps: The man was impressed. He took home the left-overs!