Supermom I am not

I managed to make beef jerky tonight.
It wasn't on purpose.
And it wasn't made out of beef.

Here's the back story....

This morning I put spare ribs in the crock pot.
I seasoned them.
I added a little H20 just so they didn't dry out.
And I turned on the crock pot and left for work.

Eight hours later as I'm driving home, I think to myself "Holeeee CRAP! I think it's possible that I turned the crock pot on "high" instead of "low!" Then I started to panic. Ohmygosh! What if the crock pot really was on HIGH and it caught fire and my kitchen was smoldering as I drove home?

I walked in the door and the smell hit me.
Overcooked pork ribs.
For the record, they smell a lot like burned tuna.
It is most unpleasant.

I took the lid off the crock pot and was met with a cloud of smoke.
And then I saw them...those poor, sad, overcooked ribs.
They were nearly petrified.
It was like beef jerky from 10,000 B.C.

I called Kevin and told him it was necessary to stop at Little Caesar's and pick up a few 'hot and now' pizzas.

When he came home, he looked at the "meat" and said "Hmm. They look a little crisp."

Crisp.
Yeah. And then some.

And so there it is....how I managed to make petrified beef jerky out of pork spare ribs.

Moral of the story?
When in doubt, grab a hot and now pizza and call it a night.