SHERLOCK HOLMES RIBS.

Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Sweet and Sour Ribs:

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

after it!!!

Earlier in the day I had bought whole rib racks, and cut off the meatier part to

make other meals with.

A little more work, but a lot more cash in my pocket! Then I added salt and pepper

and put in a pan practically covered with water...just like this....

I covered them with aluminum foil and  into the hot oven to bake! 

I checked now and then, and when they were tender I took off the paper, lowered 

the heat and started basting them with the sauce... over and over again....

until done.

The water evaporated and the sauce turned into a delicious glaze.

Once done I put the ribs in serving platters and was ready to call my family to the 

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 

WHODONIT!!!

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 

dinner!!!"

-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."

"Don't worry M'am ...we will find them ribs or my name ain't Merlock Holmes!!!"

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

very well...

BUT... Somewhere...someone was enjoying our dinner.... 

While my family and I were left sad, mad and hungry!!!

Although...looking at the bright side...I could always make

them next week....