My husband’s extended family is quite large but the only holiday we spend together with the whole clan is Christmas Eve. We are all local so we have a good system down of rotating the event between 4 different cousin’s homes (including mine). Everyone brings something and the hosting family always provides a large and very expensive prime rib as the main course. One of the cousins who loves to host had offered her home several years in a row because a couple of us were busy having babies. Finally we decided that she had done it enough and we were ready to go back to the old rotation.
The cousin who was next in line for a turn, lets call her Buffy, (remember she had had extra few years off because of the other person had hosted 2 or 3 years in a row), was not to thrilled about taking her turn. Besides the fact that she doesn’t work, has grown children and a housekeeper, she has the largest home of all of us, so we were looking forward to a place for us all to spread out. Buffy made it known that she wasn’t too thrilled and tried to push it off on me since it would be my turn after her. I still had a small baby and another child and knew I would find it difficult to do all the regular “work” that we parents have to do on Christmas Eve, after serving 35 people dinner and cleaning up. I told Buffy that as a compromise I would make the prime rib in my counter top roaster and bring it to the dinner. She said that would be great because it can be nerve wracking making sure the large cut of meat is not overdone, and it would take a load off of her as the hostess. The fact that I wouldn’t have to host (even though it wasn’t my turn anyway) made it all worthwhile to me. Buffy did not offer to pay for the prime rib which as I stated, is usually bought by the host. On top of that Buffy makes it known to other members of the family that my husband and I better not try and take all the leftover prime rib home, she wants it.
So we purchase the $200 piece of meat, cook it all day at our home, and transport it the short drive to her house. My husband was designated the meat carver (I guess since we brought it?), and he spent a good 20 minutes cutting it all up before dinner. After dinner she hovered around the meat trying to act nonchalant. My husband was cleaning up our electric knife to take home and he felt her eyes all over him. We decided not take any leftovers, even though we probably did have the right to. Come to find out the reason why she was so obsessed with the leftovers was that she was planning to serve them to her family for their Christmas day dinner! 0427-11