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I picked up a cold sparerib and took a bite.
Meanwhile, make the sparerib sauce by combining the ingredients and mixing well.
She winked at me in between bites of sparerib.
He had sparerib grease all over his chin.
But the worst was yet to comet They had just finished the sparerib course, and the butlers were bringing silver finger bowls.
So nicknamed because "Eve came from Adam's sparerib."
On the day after the sparerib dinner he came bustling in to oversee Dr. Jatczak's preparations.
He said his father also showed him how to make music with two sparerib bones and later encouraged him to take clarinet and saxophone lessons.
He replaces Sparerib as housemaster of Spud's house in Learning to Fly.
Julian - A very camp Matric prefect whose favourite hobby is photographing the behinds of all the first years when they are beaten by Sparerib.
Mr Wilson (Sparerib) - Spud's housemaster.
Apart from seafood, highlights include crisp little sparerib tips ($9), and squab, minced with vegetables and served wrapped in a big leaf of iceberg lettuce ($12.95).
"Chicago is American in every chitling and sparerib," H. L. Mencken wrote wickedly during the era when the city's stockyards, since demolished, were the biggest anywhere.
Mr. Weinstein stared at a kitchen worker across the room who was holding a blade bone in his hands and chewing on it as if it were a sparerib.
In Exit, Pursued by a Bear, Spud writes that he has been banished to Sparerib's brother's farm, to Vern's distress.
The filmmakers initially thought Jason Cope would be too young to play Sparerib but Garland said he "turns into a nasty housemaster as soon as he steps on set."
They went on to record the album produced by Jackie Paris titled Red Beans and Rice Featuring Sparerib Ray Draper on Epic Records.
The children ate until the ants got all over everything, then Black Charles, keeping out a last sparerib for Peggy and a last wing for Redford, neatly tied all the boxes.
If other wanderers can debate the tastiest sparerib cafes of the land, why then a professional witness lately criss-crossing the nation ought to come up with some nasty, deserved laughs at the Presidential campaigners' expense.
Rib lovers fall into two camps: the sparerib people, who like meat they can get their teeth into; and the baby back people, who prefer a lot of crust and just a sliver of tender meat.
Raymond Wong, 45, a manager at Joe's Shanghai, on Pell Street in Chinatown, hissed like an order of sparerib tips tossed in a deep fryer when asked his opinion of the mayor's nutrition decision.
Come time to cook the ribs, I summoned the other host, a timid young woman, motioning for her to turn her back to the audience, and pointed to her spine to explain the St. Louis cut of sparerib I was using.
Standing at a narrow bar behind a banquette in the Sea Grill, coleslaw juice dripping down her pinkie as she munched on a sparerib, Janet Rodgers, a travel writer who lives in New York City, was leaning over her plate.