Ever been afraid of a piece of meat? Not afraid in the “boo!” sense, but afraid you’ll do something to ruin it? I have.
For the last ump-teen years, G-Man and I have bought a prime rib (or beef loin) for Christmas Eve dinner. This year we were running a little late *sigh* and when we got to the grocery store we decided to “bless” with our business, they had three primes left. Two too-smalls and one too-large.
G-Man suggested buying the too-smalls, but I pointed out that for the same $$ we could have the too-big one. We’d just have to cut off what we didn’t want to eat Christmas Eve and freeze it for later.
That piece of meat cost almost as much as my first car. Okay, my first car was really an old pickup and belonged to my grandad, who I’m sure gave me a really good deal, but still! For $20 more back in the day, I had four wheels and went places.
So I was just a little bit intimidated by this hunk of meat, and by the cooking process.
As usual, I got out my go-to girl’s cookbooks (Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa is my girl!) and once more looked up how to cook PR. (When I only cook something once a year, I have to relearn how to do it.)
You start by preheating the oven to a temperature hot enough to brand a steer (I’ve got the scar on my wrist to prove it.) Then you rub enough salt onto the meat to preserve it for the winter, then pepper, and put your expensive cut in the oven (at 500 degrees) for 45 minutes.
Forty-five minutes of killer hot on a piece of meat that cost more than my entire monthly food budget when I was first married. I get a little nervous every year.
Then WITHOUT opening the oven to see if your meat has gone up in flames, you turn the heat down to 325. After half-an-hour of normal cook time, crank the heat back up to 450 until the center of the chunk registers safe.
There’s a resting period of twenty minutes before slicing begins. Twenty nervous, nail-biting minutes during which the woman-in-charge doesn’t know if she succeeded and will be a triumph with everyone sitting around the Christmas Tree and singing her praises, or a failure who’ll live through the rest of Christmas (and with my family, who never forgets anything–throughout the rest of time) with her tail between her legs and a big red F (for failure) on her chest. (A really big F.)
Luckily, and thanks to Ina (who is a dear cooking buddy and destroyer of diets) this year we triumphed, and I had a blast doing it.
So, what’s your favorite special meal to eat for Christmas?
December 30, 2010 at 1:48 pm
Yum!
December 31, 2010 at 10:41 am
You should have been here. I still have the smaller piece. Come on down and we’ll heat him up.
December 31, 2010 at 2:31 am
Sounds wonderful! Though I’d be antsy, too.
I don’t have a favorite Christmas meal, but we try to keep a tradition on New Year’s Eve: snow crab legs, cold shrimp, and a crusty loaf of ciabatta with olive oil and balsamic for dipping. Delicious!
December 31, 2010 at 10:44 am
I’m so coming to your house for NYE, Marilyn. Where do you buy ciabatta bread? Please don’t tell me your local small town store keeps it on hand. I’d have to cry if you were that lucky.
And with almost no calories in the seafood, you can afford a little bread.
If it weren’t New Years, I’d head for your house for supper.
December 31, 2010 at 3:27 pm
We get it at Bodean’s when we buy the seafood. I don’t know if they bake it at the restaurant or buy it elsewhere, but they usually have a good variety of breads. I’d love to make it sometime — I’m also thinking I need to make cheese sometime! — but don’t know if I will when I can buy it so easily. 😉
December 31, 2010 at 9:36 pm
why don’t you make it and bring it to the meeting? We’ll test it for you. *snort* as if anything you make could be less than perfect.