CUORE FELICE

I have two memories of ribs as a kid. The ONE TIME - ONCE - that my Korean mother made them in the oven and told people for two weeks how she made them so tender. (Why she never made them again irritates me, but it certainly made them memorable.) But once she left, there were so many nights of take out. When my dad would suggest "The Rib Rack," my brother and I would cheer every time. I can see the pile of fried onions on top of white bread served alongside the best ribs ever

Publix was having a sale on pork butt, and Nashville was calling for six inches of snow. Banking on a snow day and wanting to experiment...