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Receta Stick to your ribs.
by Violet Séverine Blanchard

Stick to your ribs.

Being raised in the South I never understood the concept of the "boneless" ribs. Ribs were meant to be eaten off the bone, to remind you that you are indeed snacking on an animal. They should be slow cooked and slathered with barbecue sauce. Served up with a side of potato salad or coleslaw and a nice cold glass of purple Cool-aid (or as we called it, purple drink) to wash it all down. After escaping my small Southern town trappings as a pre-teen, thankfully I've since seen a little more of the world and managed to be exposed to other cultures. Even though I was definitely a fish out of water being a Cuban, French Canadian, Chinese transgender girl in the middle of rural Georgia, I had a pretty okay childhood. I am glad that the good parts of the South (such as the food, the hospitality, and the appreciation of history) rubbed off on me. It's easy to get stuck, thinking you know what's what. The way things ought to be. It's a large world, look around and you just might change your mind about a thing or three.

The other day I purchased the most meaty, delicious Thundering Hooves boneless, beef short ribs from my favorite new butcher Rain Shadow Meats. I marinated them in some kecap manis, soy, garlic, ginger, Indonesian chili paste, and fresh coriander for a few hours. In the meantime I cleaned my kitchen, "window" shopped pretty dresses on the internet, breezed through a cookbook or two, drank a few cocktails, and oh yeah, cut up my mirepoix (that's French for, getting all your ingredients cut up and ready).

Soba noodles are probably one of my favorite noodles. There are made of buckwheat flour and have a bit of chewy texture to them. They are perfect when tossed with a little soy sauce and sesame oil. Sometimes when I go to Uwajimaya in the International District (Seattle's version of Chinatown) I will stand there and stare at the immense noodle selection for an hour while drooling on myself. I don't know what half of them are and I can't read any of the packages but I know I want to eat all of them. I am a sucker for Asian packaging. Put a cute character on the package and I will buy it. "Hey look, there's a giant laughing panda punching a dolphin in the head with a handful of noodles." "I bet they're delicious!" "Oh look at those! That Jet Jaguar robot is shooting udon noodles out of his ass into that happy kids mouth. Delicious!" Yes, I want them all.

In a large pot of boiling water, cook the noodles according to their package. In the meantime, saute the celery and green onions in a little peanut oil until soft. Set aside. Mix together the soy sauce, sesame oil, and vinegar. Toss with the finished noodles. Thinly slice or shred the beef and toss with the celery, onion, fresh coriander and noodles. Plate and sprinkle with toasted sesame seeds.