Ribfest rookie

Ok, so the thought of going to a local park for a BBQ is generally something that everyone can take in stride. No need to panic. On Sunday I went to my first Ribfest in Centennial Park, Etobicoke. I will never be the same...

There was every imaginable BBQ specialist on the scene - for as far as the eye could see, there was luscious lip-smacking, finger-licking, juices-dripping-from-your-chin, BBQ goodness. Where have I been living all this time, that I have never been to a Ribfest before. Oh what a sheltered life I have led.

When we arrived, we divided and conquered. I went for one style of ribs, Celia went for another, Dorothy got the butterfly fries, Sal grabbed the beers and Katheryn and Mike went off for their own wander (wink wink). We all met back at the picnic tables and got stuck in.

The sunny was screaming hot - the music entertainment not so much. That didn't matter, 'cuz there was smoked and sauced up meat everywhere. After a respectable digestion period we then finished off our feast with Tiny Tom donuts. All was good in the world at that moment.