Sometimes I make ribs out of them.
Boy, does that bring back memories.
My grandmother would always cook the ribs from anything we killed. Granted, it took a lot of ribs for a meal, but they sure were good. As a kid , my favorite part.
Nowadays, I am always in a hurry or too lazy. I don't mess with them. But one of these days I'll have to try them and see if I can replicate what my Grandmother did.