RIBS in my belly
There’s a new barbecue place in town, owned by the same people as one of my favorite local restaurants, Atlas. We were planning to have flank steak salad with bleu cheese dressing and caramelized onions tonight, but I forgot to set out the flank steak to thaw. I’m trying to talk Denny into trying the ribs place. He seems to be fairly easy to convince.
I had a whole healthy day planned out (the bleu cheese dressing is low-fat, you see), which doesn’t look like is going to happen. That’s ok; it’s my running night anyway, so I’ll just take a long-ish run. You can’t go around not eating ribs. What kind of world would that be?
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