Coffee-Rubbed Ribeye Roast


Coffee Rubbed Ribeye Roast by My Little Jar of Spices

This is a little awkward, the last recipe I posted was in February. I almost feel like a stranger on my own blog. Long time no see blog! The reason why I haven’t been posting lately is that I have been pretty overwhelmed with work. In fact I was traveling last week for a study on small-farmer Peruvian coffee cooperatives that produce and export organic and fair trade coffee to the US. Hey, maybe you’re sipping on a cup of freshly brewed Green Mountain coffee right now? Well I met some of your suppliers! Our objective was to study how connecting coffee smallholder farmers to international markets produced positive socio-economic impacts in the region and for the farmers of the cooperatives. Amazing experience in an absolutely gorgeous and breath-taking region (San Ignacio, Peru) named one of the best in the world for coffee; and for the first time in my life, I participated in a coffee-tasting. It’s kind of like wine-tasting, and believe me it’s serious business. They do it in a lab and test everything from aroma to flavor, uniformity, body. And you got to love the vocabulary of any specialty product-tasting profession when they discuss the results of each sample. Me: “slurp. Hmmm, wow, that’s some tasty coffee, batch number two seems stronger than batch number one, wouldn’t you say?”. The lab tester: “you’re right, batch number two was a little syrupy, with notes of aromatic cinnamon in cup, along with hints of mandarine acidity and quite lively on the palate”. Me: “…………yes, totally what I meant”.

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Oven-Roasted Spare Ribs with an Apple-Cherry BBQ Sauce

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This is going to be a Proust-like moment, where I tell you the story of how I ate something delicious that brought me back to a beautiful childhood memory, but bear with me because that memory is about BBQ spare ribs. I have eaten ribs only once  in my life as a child, and the remembrance of each tender bite is still keen and vivid in my mind. I was 9 and our neighbors invited us for a Summer barbecue at their house. All of a sudden, all the other meats seemed plain to me next to that marvelous finger-licking spare rib, crispy brown and right off the barbecue, where the meat graciously fell of the bone and melted in your mouth. It’s funny how we forget so many things as time goes by but certain memories of seemingly ordinary moments stick around. When I mentioned the memory to my parents a few days ago, they shattered my lyrical surge and revealed that the ribs we had that day had been store-bought and not homemade. Somehow that part had conveniently slipped my mind for the purpose of embellishment. Continue reading