An amazing thing happened to me this weekend. I ATE A McRIB!
How did this happen considering that the powers that be didn’t bring the McRib to the greater Baltimore metropolitan area…?
Todd and Leah bought me one on their way to Baltimore from Ohio.
Yes, they brought me an out-of-state McRib. That’s real friendship right there. They are so fucking rad.
And it looks as though this year’s McRib packaging was tailored just for me:
I do indeed have a love affair going on with the McRib; but it is completely one-sided. I love the McRib, but it doesn’t love me back. It is fickle. Not visiting me this year–for the SECOND YEAR IN A ROW? It’s downright rude. The McRib toys with my emotions, but every year I still wish and hope and pray that its questionable pork patty and tangy sauciness will return to me once more.
I am the McRib’s bitch.
Todd and Leah also brought me copious amounts of Skyline Chili.
They know me so well (totally making Skyline Chili Dip this week!)
So how was it?
Even microwaved, after 3 days in the fridge, it was a treat. I mean, fresh is best, but I am just thrilled that I got to have one this season. I don’t know which McDonald’s they stopped at, but whoever made it went heavy on the onions and the barbecue sauce. The onions I could’ve done with less of. The sauce? The sauce is boss and that was just right.
I have been told by multiple DiS! readers that Morningstar Farms makes a really good faux meat quasi McRib riblet. I am going to have to check that out. A relatively healthy McRib? I’m in.