Dinner with Beatrice

Tonight, dinner was a hit with all three of the kids. I put pork ribs in the crock pot and since we were out of barbeque sauce, I smothered them with teriyaki marinade. They smelled throughout the house all afternoon, Maggie repeatedly came to ask me if it was time to eat ribs yet, and we were all salivating by the time I had the plates on the table.

The ribs came out tender and juicy and delicious. Each of the girls took a special joy in loosening the bones out and slurping on them. They thought it was a riot that there was an extra bowl on the table just for tossing those bones in. They kept saying over and over and over, "these ribs are so good," or "this meat is delicious", or "can we have this every night".

Then, as she was diligently pulling a chunk of meat from a bone, Beatrice turns to me and asks, "Mom, are these ribs from a person or a pig?"

I'm slightly alarmed that she would have continued to eat them either way.