June 24th, 2010
Time of the crime: 6:30 PM
All day I had been anticipating the moment I would sink my teeth in the juicy,
sweet and sour ribs I was making for dinner. Just the thought made me drool.
The stick to your fingers sauce, the fall of the bone meat, the aroma filling the
house as they bake in the oven....aaaahhh, nothing like them. Definitely, one my
family's favorite. When I make them I buy enough ribs to feed an army. Pepe can
eat a whole rack. Mayra will eat until she can't breath. Chris, don't even speak to
him while he eats them, or he will growl at you. Sandra has a bottomless stomach
for them. Raul, what can I say about Raul... his plate ends with a mountain of rib
bones. And lets not forget about Beth, She looks like she doesn't eat much, but
don't let her looks fool you....the girl beats them all. Oh, and my neighbors...
today they were knocking at the door asking for the recipe again! But, I will never
give it out. How could I ...it's MY secret recipe! Unfortunately, a mastermind was
Earlier in the day I had bought whole rib racks, and cut off the meatier part to
make other meals with.
and put in a pan practically covered with water...just like this....
the heat and started basting them with the sauce... over and over again....
table when I got a phone call. It was my sister Cary that wanted the recipe for
my ribs! I felt horrible ...her boss was coming to dinner next weekend and she
wanted to impress him, but I couldn't give it out! She should have known better ...
I walked back to my kitchen and noticed all the ribs were gone.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!! THEY WERE GONE!!!!!!!!!!!
I ran around the house asking everyone if they had seen them. No one knew
how ...or when they disappeared. HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED, I cried
out!!! Someone must have come into the house and STOLEN them...but
Hmmmmm....hmmmmmmm...This is a case for Sherlock Holmes and his helper
Mr. Watson, but I will have to settle for the Auburn police...so I dialed 911 and
reported the theft!!!
Minutes later a squad car parked in my driveway and two officers knocked at
my door. I opened the door with tears in my eyes...and said
-"Thank goodness you are here...someone stole my ribs!!!"
-"Evenin' M'am, My name is Deputy Sherriff Merlock Homes. Did you just
say someone stole your ribs? Can you breath right, should we call an ambulance??"
-I rolled my eyes..."not MY ribs ...someone stole the ribs I cooked for
-He put his hands on his big belly and made circular movements with them...and
slowly said with a southern accent ..."Well then...no wonder! BBQ ribs are a
favorite 'round these parts...mighty tempting if you is hungry."
-"They are not BBQ Deputy Homes...they are sweet and sour Sir!! My very own
recipe!" I said offended.
-"Now, now...don't get flustered. Lets go in and see what we've got. C'mon officer
Matson...let's find some clues."
While Deputy Homes did his thing...Officer Matson did his....
They interrogated my entire family, the neighbors, and even brought hound dogs!
Nothing!!! Not a finger print....not a clue!!!
Deputy Homes left feeling defeated...Whoever took the ribs had planned it
BUT... Somewhere...someone was enjoying our dinner....
Although...looking at the bright side...I could always make
them next week....