In response to this post:

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Damnit, now you’re making feel hungry.

I miss the tenderness of that meat. The wonderful combination of honey-laden sauces underscoring the crisp yet tender ribs. The delight of sucking on the bones, and the juices within the bone. The slurping of juices, with the satisfied sigh of a meal well had.

Ah! Sweet torment you give, dear sister. But as much I’d love to savour the taste again… My other tummy cries out. My poor, thin black wallet. My yellow, red and blue bank accounts. They deny me such pleasure.

Why, dear sister, why dost thou torment me so? WHY?