Siena has not really liked grilled meat (other than chicken apple sausage and hot dogs) very much; the brown/char/grill-marks are big turn-offs for her. So it was a real pleasant surprise that we were able to convince her to eat ribs right off the bone. With the goal of carrying on a life-long Ruark tradition, we had BBQ on New Year’s Day. It wasn’t pulled pork and Brunswick Stew, but it was, at least, BBQ. Next time!
And to preserve some balance, here is an entirely unrelated shot of Thalia sleeping in my arms: