Trying to feel good. Trying to smile. Trying not to think about thinking and it’s making me ill. Not sick. Fuckin ill. Back on up on that. Or marinade…

Well fucking A! Did someone say marinade? Let’s talk preventative theory here. I wanna prevent you from being dry. I want to eat you. I need you to be moist.While the ribs are in the oven. 275° for a half rack, should take about 3 hours, I made up this moist marinade.

• Cherry juice
• Any beer will do but I’m using a Lager
• Worcestershire sauce and
• Fresh Rosemary

You’ll want to either brush or spray your ribs with this every 23 minutes or so.

Take note of how much moisturizer I made, it is not a lot but the ingredients are potent and that paired with a semi low cooking temperature will certainly make their home in the fats of the pig.

On the stove, is some Mexican style beans. Pinto beans a las Ranchera. The fuck is that? You ask…

• 1lb pinto beans
• 3 chopped jalapenos
• 5 cloves peeled garlic
• 1 can stewed tomatoes
• 2 pork bones
• Cilantro
• Lime juice
• Beer
• 2 big ass chopped onions

Boil them softly for about 4 hours. If you have a crockpot, use that. Set on high and forget it. Ok… time to wait….

Let me show you something while we wait. You wanna know how this shit works?

Bottom left. See that fat just rendering itself to the heat? That’s the spot you want to look at and feel. It’s the bite of the clitoris. That’s gonna be the best bite of this mutherfukker. If you be patient enough to find that tasty perfection. People who take their time, not only in cooking, but in loving, are far more successful than people who speed through. Just saying.

Damn, this Jameson is hitting hard. I wonder what Spaceman Jones is up to?

I swear to Hell, this waiting period must be some kind of Purgatory… Where is Spaceman Jones? We are still waiting…

So while we wait, I wanna tell you a little story.

It’s about this guy you see. His name wasn’t relevant, his game seemed to be prevelant. He dominated the game, he took it if he wanted it. He was humble enough to respect. He was deep enough to converse with intellectually, see. He was educated enough to listen and learn, he loved to read too. He was gentle with his words, he meant well to the people he let into his life. He was a builder of confidence. He was a shoulder to sob on. He was a guy who made you laugh. He made you feel special. He meant the best in all his intentions. He was pretty. The guy, he goes to the store to get milk, and he never returns. The End.

Let’s check the ribs and beans?

It’s looking pretty and smelling great. I am gonna pour a little beer on it. We’ll check back shortly.

20 minutes later, I checked on those ribs. The fat is running into ğa glistening gold. And I braised them with this.

Still waiting… Hey, did you watch Bulls vs Wolves last night? D. Rose came back to Chicago and played a beautiful game in his hometown. I was really happy to see the way they cheered for him even as a visiting player. The crowd chanted MVP after an and 1 bucket. He smiled before shooting his free throw. All admiration out to D. Rose. To me, he is an all-time great.

Check the ribs? We are at the hour and 20 minute mark.

Looking nice. But remember what I said about patience? I’m thinking another hour or so. So much in fact, I lowered the temperature to 225.

Time to BBQ this thing. Crank oven to 475° add bbq.

Cook for 15 minutes. If at this point, you have smoke, add water under the ribs.

Beans are ready.

Damn! That’s sex right there. Tastes like home. Yall know what it is.

It’s been 12 minutes, let’s look at her pleasure. Together. That’s pretty.

Turn off the oven and let those bad boys rest for 10 minutes. Like her love, the wait will be worth the sacrifice.

Done. Hope y’all enjoy each other. Share this with your followers. Add comments. Those are always welcome. This is Dr. S, saying, y’all know who the fuck we are!