When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I told my dad that pork chops were my favorite meat. I actually meant spare ribs but got the names confused. After that he would make me pork chops on the grill and happily inform me that he was making my favorite dinner. I don’t know why but I could never bring myself to tell him I had made a mistake. Thank goodness I’m a grown-up now and can have ribs whenever I...