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bbq ribs

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 4:20 pm
by Artist
Love's em to bits closely followed by salt n pepper ribs, noice an all.

Artist

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 4:38 pm
by harry hackedoff
Not enough meat on`em for me mate, oi luvs "frenched" lamb chops wi nowt on.
Er, the chops, not me :oops:

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 7:15 pm
by ali_hire
Gorgeous little buggers are ribs but a bit messy and, as said, more bone than meat.

Chicken wings and legs marinated in Piri Piri sauce with a dash of Dave's Insanity Sauce to accompany, grill it to prefection on the barbie and you're onto a winner.

Roll on summer!

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 9:19 pm
by Shoulderholster
Albatross

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 10:40 pm
by Hackney_Duck
I remember the first time i was given ribs by my mum. I was asleep during dinner and came down, and started crying. My mum came in and was like 'whats the matter' and i was crying cause all i was left with was bones :P . Btw i was like 4 if that makes it any less bent

Posted: Sat 06 Jan, 2007 11:07 pm
by terryrat
I had a mate who used to sell them at a place on Yarmouth sea front called the Rib Shack they were bonzer :lol: he had a secret recipe 8) for them would take three days before they were served up had to be marinated then slowly baked in the oven ooooh :oops: i can still taste them now :P my daughters would get me to take them there after their nights out a real pain it was huh :cry:

Posted: Mon 08 Jan, 2007 12:24 pm
by Artist
Arr greasy spare ribs!

Yee canna beat getting sauce n stuff all over the front of yer Ben Sherman shirt whilst sat in the back of a TAXI on your way back from the Strasse after a night on the ale. Happy Daze!

When sober I can't stand kebabs but once I've had a few they take on the aura of Ambrosia and have to be half eaten and the remainder left under your pit ready for you to wolf them down as a quick breakfast the next morning.

Mate of mine lived with his grandparents in Guz and also had this bad habit. Off he went to NI for a nice tour. About six weeks into the tour his grandparents wrote him a letter telling him that he had to move back into barracks on his return. Turned out that their cat had found the manky remains of his kebabs, ate them and basically shit itself to death over a three day period!!!! :D

Artist