Growing up in a kosher household, pork ribs were strictly off limits, except when eating at a Chinese restaurant. I don’t know why, but somehow a gathering of Talmudic Scholars had arranged a special dispensation allowing pork only in Chinese restaurants. Or at least that’s how my mother explained it. So I grew up with a love for forbidden ribs, but without the requisite knowledge of how they are made. Then one day I mentioned to my good friend Jose Jr. that I had no clue how to make ribs — did he? Well that night I was sampling some of the juiciest, moistest, most delectable ribs that I had ever had. Better yet, I no longer needed that special dispensation — I’ve cut my own deal.
Instead of lighter fluid, I recommend a charcoal chimney starter. Fill your container with coals, add a few pieces of crumbled paper and light the paper. Let the coals burn in the container for 20 minutes until they have turned white. Dump the container into the grill so that all the coals are pushed to one side.