Turkey Day . . .

Turkey Day was nice. Judie worked her buns off, I did a few errands and the family gathered around once again. We were missing Jake, Anne and Will, but they were cozy in their tiny little co-op in Manhattan. All the rest of our family were here to enjoy not turkey but prime rib.

Judie has this recipe that is allegedly from Heddy Lemarr for cooking prime rib roast. One heats the oven to 500 degrees, inserts the prime rib, cook it for so many minutes per pound, turn off the heat and let it sit for an hour and half. One must absolutely not open the oven door until all the time has expired. It is always cooked with bones in. It comes out perfect every time - on the rare side but great.

Then I slice it up and we dine in rare fashion. Yes, the meat is rare and we have almost all the eaters chowing down on that rare prime rib slice. There is mushroom sauce, a jus gravy, smashed potatoes and gravy, green beans fixed ala Ernestine Scott, salad ala Joan and even some cranberry jell for those that want it. There were plenty of snackos prior to dinner, steamed shrimp, blue cheese, raw cauliflower, tiny carrots and dipping sauces for all of them.

We ate well. Jake and Anne called in and the family played games as I watch Texas demolish the Aggies.

We are thankful, had a long and significant grace prior to our meal. We even remembered the dogs next door with some scraps.

It was a good day.