Slow cooker country-style ribs

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Posted: Friday, August 9, 2019 6:00 am

My coworker was good-naturedly giving me grief the other day because I mentioned I’d called the hubby home from work the night before to pour water down the drain in our basement. The drain trap in the basement was getting dry and the house had an odd varnish-like odor; the hubby was working at the paper until the wee hours of the morning, but I didn’t want to wait until then.

And I definitely didn’t want to go into the basement.

On paper, it seems ridiculous – although in my defense, it was late, the basement light was burnt out and the kiddo has been watching a lot of “Stranger Things” on Netflix these days.

I like to think that I’m an empowered female, and I certainly don’t believe in gender stereotypes. But I have two fears that loom large and dictate which tasks I will and will not complete around the homestead: encountering bugs and blowing up the house.

Yes, they’re pretty far apart on the severity spectrum. But fear is fear.

Take light bulbs, for example. I will change the light bulbs that are exposed in the light fixtures. If a glass covering needs to be removed, it’s the hubby’s job (because of bugs, even if they’re dead).

I use our gas fireplace but I’m terrified of lighting the pilot light (in case I blow up the house).

And when I smell weird odors (is the house going to blow up?), the first order of business typically is to have the hubby pour water down the drain in the basement (where the scary bugs live).

So of COURSE I asked the hubby to come home.

But like I said, I’m still an empowered female, so last weekend when the hubby was out of town and I was hungry for ribs, I made ribs. I like ribs really meaty and tender, so I decided to slow cook them and then toss them on the grill to finish.

But the gas grill was out of propane, and the hubby ended up staying an extra night on his trek out of town. Don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly capable of exchanging a propane tank. But I do prefer that the hubby hook it up (so I can blame him if the house blows up).

So I took matters into my own hands.

I used the oven, instead.

For the recipe, see the Banner's online or print edition.

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