That's because there isn't really any photo.
Do any of you know the old story of the boy who brings his mother a blank sheet of paper and asks her to admire his drawing? She asks him what the masterpiece depicts. He tells her that it is a rendering of a cow eating grass.
"But I don't see any grass", she says.
"That is because the cow ate it all"
"But I don't see any cow"
"Well, once all the grass was gone, the cow went home"
Joey came home early Friday morning and I wanted to make something special in his honor. Binny, an honorary member of our family since way back in his 7th grade year (he may actually have been the original "starving dorm boy"), was also joining us for Shabbos.
Since I had to drag Jen's camp luggage this past Tuesday all the way to Brooklyn for pickup, I figured I'd make the trip worthwhile and stock up on things that are no longer available in my own neighborhood, like real aufshnit and a selection of meats. I purchased and prepared for the very first time veal spare ribs. There is no photo because there are no leftovers. That should tell you how good they were ;)