Spare the rib, spoil the child.
... and that tetchy mood lasted well into the evening.
Some short minutes ago, I had occasion to breeze through the kitchen, Coopers Pale Ale stubby in hand, exclaiming, "oooh, that looks like a healthy meal you're concocting there, Haze!"
"What are you talking about?!" my miffed wife rebuffed, slaving over her hot stove. "I always cook healthy, low fat meals."
"What about the pork?" I deadpanned.
"That's a lean cut!"
Only Hazel would describe spare-ribs as a "lean cut".