So, just eat the soft outside, right?
When Daddy eats a rib, he looks all dog-dumb and glassy-eyed, so I guess that's what you're supposed to do. Full speed ahead!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here we go.
Hmmmm ... a little chin-stroking contemplation is in order, I do believe.
It's good! I like it. The skin is crunchy and peppery, and yet the meat isn't tough or overdone. It's a tangy, succulent taste treat. I give it four dirty diapers out of five!
(Not pictured: "Cookie ... one?")
Back off, Zeus! Don't even think about it.