As the title might imply, I feel like waxing poetically about ribs. Maybe scratch that poetically bit and it might closer to it. All week I’ve been anticipating Friday evening. It is the return of the best type of festival. A festival devoted to consuming large chunks of what was once a pig(or cow, as the case may be). This festival I speak of is Guelph’s annual Ribfest. Last year was my inauguration to the festival. Corina’s sister had mentioned well earlier in the year about her husband and her attend every year and I was instantly intrigued. A festival devoted entirely to meat. This was a festival for me. Given they were going, I made sure to clear my calendar to attend this hallowed event.
The event last year was awesome. For $20 you get a whole rack of ribs and a side. There were 9 different trailers setup serving their spin on rib delicious-ness. Everyone has a different preferrence. There is even a trailer from Paris called Camp 31. They make badass ribs. But given I can get Camp 31 goodness any day of the week, I didn’t bother with them. I think I got either Billy Bones or Bibbs BBQ ribs last year. I also got some potato side and corn on the cob. We bumped into a group of friends who unbeknownst to us were also checking out the ribliciousness. Corina’s sister had the kids with them, so they packed it in early and we hung out with our friends the rest of the night. We ended up having some drinks and all eating Elephant ears loaded up with ice cream, whip cream and chocolate sauce. It was truly an evening of gorging to remember. This last weekend we went to a party and mentioned how we were going to Ribfest again to the friends who had attended last year and instantly anything that might have been planned for Friday was put on the backburner. Ribfest obviously takes precedence. I definitely like the idea of this being an annual occurance, because Ribfest is just that damn good.
I think my anticipation of Ribfest is almost bordering on the excitement I have in the leadup to Thanksgiving. And I love turkey. Not quite as excited, but up there. But that does remind me that turkey time is rapidly approaching. I think I want to see if I can manage 3 turkey dinners this time around. That would be ace. Gosh darn I’m hungry right now.
