The holiday season (or Christmas, to appease my brother-in-law), is a time of traditions. I’m not trying to be sappy here. My sappyness has slowly been drained from me anyways. But I was surprised by how comforting driving to NJ was, even at one in the morning, seeing friendly faces, drinking eggnog, going to bed, and waking up to my family. It was even this part though that made me realize the importance of traditions. My life has driven me down a new path, one that I am very content with. Cooking our traditional 7 rib, rib roast however, made me realize how much I love the part of my life that will never change.
You don’t want to upstage what is the NATURAL beauty of a piece of meat like this. So, I cooked the roast on top of garlic and rosemary. Half way through the cooking process I made a mixture of roasted garlic, butter, rosemary and salt; then I kept placing it on top of the roast, about every thirty minutes. Watching the butter drip down this thing was stunning. Once the roast was cooked, I made a quick sauce from the juices on the bottom of the pan.
And I can attest to how yummy it was!
“Watching the butter drip down this thing was stunning.”
Glad to see the cuisine nerds are still rockin away. Have a happy new year m’dear. Cheers from Scotland!