As the pilgrimage to the homeland inches closer, one starts missing the big things--loved ones, familiar places--more than usual. I have this theory that it's kind of a "so close but so far" kind of deal.
But the little things are important as well. And that's why it was awesome to discover that the Aussie was making pork ribs for lunch today. He had boiled and marinated them; I suggested five minutes per side under the broiler to finish them... and they tasted like Midwestern summer.
Arthur Bryant's, I'm comin for ya.
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