Most summer weekends, I put food on the grill and have feasts. But there is a dark side to those summer cook outs, especially those featuring pork ribs. One of the darkest stories is the story of a pig's life in a factory farm.
My father's barbecued pork ribs were perfect. As I look back on them, they're a little retro, a little over the top, no babybacks for Pop, these were old-fashioned, thick, fatty pork ribs. But they were delicious. Here's how he made them.