I almost licked my screen a moment ago. That’s where there was a picture of Grilled Peppered Dry Spareribs from Epicurious. For some reason, the image of intensely seasoned grilled meat grabbed my inner carnivore and shook it awake, throwing off my over-vegetable-ized stupor. There’s only so much tomato and basil I can eat, apparently, before my mind screams “ANIMAL FLESH!!!!”
I don’t want anything between me and this meat. No sticky sweet sauce, glaze, marinade, nothing.
Just a crust of roasted gritty salt and spice. And meat.