I've had my limits challenged tonight, by a meal.
I don't like meat with bones. Ask anyone that knows me, they'll say "Mike doesn't like meat with bones".
Actually, no, I imagine they'll say "Mike? Yeah, I know Mike. He's familiar with pies."
Which I am. I love pies.
But I don't like meat with bones in.
To be precise, I don't like bones in my food full stop. I don't particularly like having to muck about with food before I eat it, whether it's removing bones, cutting away fat, cooling it down because it's too hot to eat... if it's on my plate I want to eat it. I am willing to compromise - I will use a fork to get the food from my plate to my mouth rather than just eating it straight off the plate using fingers (or inserting my face into the food - after all this would result in an extra chore of washing face afterwards) - but I do prefer the process of getting the tasty plate of food converted to empty plate to be a straightforward as possible.
Now, if you've been reading any of my recent posts, you'll know that we like polish food. We generally get a polish takeaway at least once a week from the excellent Kuchnia. Now, my partner always orders the same thing (devolay with extra mash and garlic sauce), but I like to try different things, and the problem is that because we're not familiar with polish food, I don't know what they make without a menu. So, what I do is I ask them to give me "something with meat" and they do so.
This has always worked out excellently.
But then tonight happened.
My meal arrived - and it was pork ribs.
Ribs, for those that failed Biology, are bones.
It was therefore to my extreme annoyance that after a handful of seconds scraping the meat off the bones and disposing of the excess thoracic cartilaginous material, that the meal itself was delicious, and I have to admit that I wouldn't be entirely against trying it again.
I do hope no one reads this so I can continue to complain about how much I dislike food with bones in.