Ron makes pasta sauce say, every other weekend or so. It's not
that I can't do it, but it's his relaxation. I just leave it to him. He
pours a glass of Valpolicella, turns on the jazz, whatever, and
chops away. I am most welcome to hang out and chit chat, but
hands off the food. I've come to accept that fact of life.

At any rate, I have hinted and come out and stated, I want you
to throw in a pork chop. He did it a couple of times, I was so
happy. Really, it takes so little.

Couple of weeks back, he surprised me with a few country
style ribs to put into the sauce, I cried for happy. Skipped
around the place like Snoopy. Could not wait!!

Went back downstairs a bit later, he was searing off the
chops. I stopped in horror, I swear I almost cried. NOOOO
you don't cook the pork!! I went into a pout.

(laugh) They were horrible. What was he thinking, he knew
better. So, this weekend, he did it all over again, he said, I
just put the country style ribs in raw, okay? YAY!!! Thank
you. Spoiled brat that I am, but damn are those melted ribs
damned good in the sauce or what???

nancy