My daddy said I tried to kill him. True story. He was convinced I set out to end his life. It all started with a pot of collard greens.

Ribs and collard greens. They kind of go hand in hand. It reminds me of a meal Fred Sanford would appreciate. He had a very discriminating palate you know. While he wasn’t keen on Puerto Rican food, “If God wanted us to eat Puerto Rican food, he would have lined our stomachs with Pepto Bismol”, he adored good soul food…just like my daddy. Daddy was a perfect cross between Fred and old Archie Bunker. 🙂