Super Bowl Catastrophe

This may end up being a long wordy post, but in order to really understand the heartbreak we went through I need to explain the whole story. Superbowl in my family (with a couple of exceptions) means food, food, food! We have all know for a few weeks prior to the super bowl that the main entrée would be Ribs, yes the real off the bone ribs. When my mom was buying the ribs she had planned to only buy 2 packages (which meant 6 full racks) but with not much coaxing from my dad they ended up buying 3 packages (9 full racks) of ribs. We had been working on our appetites for quite some time and were ready to indulge ourselves. That morning after church we came home basted the ribs with BBQ sauce number one and let them slowly cook. The aroma started to make our hungry tummies grumble a little. After a couple hours we basted them again with BBQ sauce number two and let them cook slowly to get nice and tender. After another couple of hours we added the third and final BBQ sauce number three. At this point we had taken all the ribs from the oven to the grill just to let the crust crisp up a bit before we would finally get to please our hungry bellies that had been waiting for this most delectable food for nearly 6 hours since they started cooking. After adding the final sauce we were only going to let them cook for another 15 or so minutes. We were all downstairs watching commercials... I mean a football game. My youngest brother came down and very quietly and calmly stated that the ribs were on fire. We had all just assumed that there was a little flare up that you get when cooking on the grill. Needless to say that was far from the case. As we all made our way upstairs to investigate this fire we saw flames shooting to the sky. We are quite lucky that the house didn’t catch on fire, the flames were nearly out of control. Needless to say we were all disappointed when the ribs didn’t make it. This was the outcome of our long awaited ribs.