As last week ended, it was time to visit St Germain's "Pig in the Pines" (aka Ribfest). In the past, Ribfest thunder-domed 4 or 5 pit-masters together and one emerged as champion. In addition to the one pit-master, the crowd also won. Then it changed. Ribfest turned its back on pigsicles, and became more about mediocre accordion music and carny food. We had heard that this year, Pig in the Pines was going to get back to its porcine thorax roots. This was to be the Winter of our rib-based discontent.