Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rib.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “rib”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Thanks Linda (click here for more details)
Spare ribs now, bar-be-cue in fact, dripping with honey glaze and garlic.
Blimey, those were the days when our chinese takeout consisted of those, sweet and sour chicken balls, chicken fried rice, prawn crackers, and crispy seaweed if they had it. Sometimes, even a spring roll or two would find their way into our order, and we would scoff the lot! Just the thought of all that makes me bloat, but those ribs, oh yeah, but neither of us could eat them now.
Then of course there’s ribbing someone for doing something wrong with amusing results, or a dig in the ribs to get someone’s attention.
A RIB is also a boat, a rigid inflatable boat, which I am pleased to say was not of the ilk we lived on for three years, neither did we need rescuing in one.
Mum used to knit a lot, and the cuffs and waistband were usually rib stitch. I didn’t much like knitting as it didn’t grow very fast, but I have knitted Hubby two jumpers in the past, neither of which are with us now.
Dad and I used to play cRIBbage every night and drive Mum nuts with our fifteen two, fifteen four, two for a pair etc whilst she was trying to count her stitches on said knitting.
If there were any babies due in the family or friends, she would be knitting cute little matinee sets trimmed with pretty RIBbon.
Yep, lots to rib about, and these are just a few.