Today, I’m inviting you into my kitchen and heart as I walk you through how I cook pork ribs for my family—not just as a meal, but as an act of love that honors our different tastes.
In our home, we all enjoy ribs—but we don’t enjoy them the same way. I personally like my ribs cooked low and slow until they’re rich in color, slightly charred on the edges, and have that satisfying firm bite. On the other hand, my husband prefers his ribs just barely past tender—lighter in color, juicy, and soft. It might seem like a small difference, but to me, it matters.
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When it comes time to plate, I love to pair my ribs with something that cuts through the richness—like spicy, tangy dilly beans. Those crunchy pickled green beans bring the heat and brightness that take the whole dish up a notch. Depending on my mood, I’ll add a little Tabasco or drizzle some BBQ sauce—because food should reflect how you feel in the moment.
For my husband, though? He keeps it simple. I had planned on making creamy mac and cheese, but I switched it up and cooked a pot of warm rice instead—because I know he always chooses rice over pasta. I served him two perfectly cooked ribs next to that rice, and that’s it. No need for anything fancy—just what he loves, made with thought.
This is what dinner often looks like in our house: one meal, customized with care. It’s not about cooking something extravagant. It’s about listening, observing, and showing the people you love that you see them—even in something as everyday as what’s on their plate.
Food is more than nourishment. It’s a language of love. And in my kitchen, that love always comes through—bite by bite.
