So, where do spare ribs come from? The belly of a pig, a butcher’s clever naming scheme, and a long history of people loving messy food. They are the ultimate comfort food because they’re imperfect, fatty, and require you to get your hands dirty.
Go ahead—order a rack. Slather it in sauce. And when someone asks, “Where do these come from?” just grin and say, “From the pig’s spare parts, obviously.” Then take a bite and let the grease dribble. It’s the only answer that matters.
Stay saucy, my friends.
