Working Late Can Be Deadly
Language: en
Valentine’s Day. My boss forced me to work late, so I bought a whole rotisserie chicken to make up for it. The shop owner, Pete, heard I was spending the holiday alone. He kindly threw in a few smoked "specialty riblets." He made sure to emphasize they were made with his secret dry rub—smoky, savory, and incredibly flavorful. I got home, settled in, put on Netflix, and started gnawing on a riblet. But the more I ate, the weirder it felt. The meat had a strange, gamey texture. The taste had an unmentionable metallic tang underneath the spice. I figured it was just an old batch that…