Generally speaking, I prefer ribs cooked on the grill. But the fact that my grill is currently buried under a foot of snow and whipping winds that produce a negative wind chill temperature in the air have hampered my outdoor grilling.
I pulled out an old crock pot rib recipe that I have made in the past and tweaked it a bit. This time I decided to brown the ribs first. And then I forgot to put in two of the ingredients, having lots of little “helpers” will do that to you. (IKNOW one of you will ask what ingredients did you forget so I will tell you, dry mustard and vinegar. Okay?)
The results were amazing. All of the kids loved it and declared that they were the best ribs they had ever tasted. And that I should make these every day! We will be rib-atarians.
You will need:
2 lbs of ribs
1/2 cup ketchup
2T white sugar
2T Worcestershire sauce
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper (I usually just grind the mill a few times over the mixture)
Put your ribs in a big skillet.
Pour a little cooking oil into the pan. And go on and brown them. Go on. I’ll wait.
Now set them aside while you mix the other ingredients.
In a bowl add the ketchup. Wonder if you are hungry for fame. Decide no, that you are hungry for RIBS!
Add the rest of the ingredients.
If you own Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas you are allowed to sit on the table and help. Look another recipe which uses my new garlic press. I am thinking I could take that as a tax write off. Clearly it is a legitimate business expense, right?
Not that I would know, my expertise ended years ago at the 1040EZ form. But that is what I have my trophy husband around for.
Put your ribs into your crock pot.
Now pour the sauce over the ribs and mix well.
Tell the children that sorry, there really is nothing else left for them to do. It is such a simple recipe. Promise to make something more complicated next time.
Turn the crock pot on and cook on low for 6 hours.
I am just torturing you now.
I served it with brown rice and a salad. In the summer I love to serve it with fresh corn on the cob.
And here is the finished meal. My 3 year old, who shuns the notion of getting dressed in different clothing in the morning and fully believes that pajamas are real clothes, kept snatching the plate away to eat while I was trying to take a photo.
“Food isn’t for taking pictures! Is for eating!” he kept yelling at me.