All of a sudden, I have a huge craving for BBQ ribs. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning and I'm just salivating at the idea of a pile of sweet, succulent baby back ribs piled in front of me like a mountain of meaty goodness. Just thinking about it is making my stomach churn and grumble. Of course, the problem is that it's usually hard to get ribs at 4:30 in the morning no matter where you live. I must have ribs. BBQ ribs will be the next thing I eat and I'm going on a hunger strike until I get ribs. Hell, I'd hack up a pig myself and slow cook it if I could.