Carbonnade a la Flamande canadian way: the recipe

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While preparing carbonnades, I started to recall about Bruxelles, its boulevards, the smell of the boulangeries, the beautiful parks and my strolls in the Petit Sablon. And, how to forget about the shrimps, or crevette, of the North Sea, and the chocolate shops…And all those nostalgic cafes where to sit and sip a mint tea or a good bier, on those lazy Sunday afternoons, while listening to the clickety-clack of the raindrops that flowed slowly and, as the hours, passed, in the attendance of the Monday morning…

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All the truth about ribs and the recipe for some decent ones

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I confess I never like the way Italians cook ribs (rosticciana, btw). Although they are a must of any respectable Italian bbq, honestly, I never found anything special in that piece of bone with that stiff meat attached, burn outside, raw inside :P As Neo, in Matrix, I felt there was something terribly wrong in those ribs, brutally thrown on the bbq and let carbonize with no mercy, but I never figure out what was the problem. 

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