I had the ribs and pulled pork platter, Ed had the sausage and brisket.
There was just too much food; I couldn't eat everything on my plate. I didn't want any more of the ribs, but surprisingly, I did have room for another corn muffin. Not wanting to waste what was on my plate, I offered the ribs to Ed.
"If you eat my meat, I'll eat your muffin." I said.
"Well, I like that idea, but the other way around..." he responded with a devilish grin on his face.
After rolling my eyes in feigned offense, I ate his corn muffin.
And apparently, I owe him one in the meat department.