Typically, we spend the Christmas holidays alone, as the ranch family goes skiing and the crew all leave to visit family. Feeding cows and calves and the rest of the ranch chores
fall on Randyman and I cheer him on as he goes out into the bitter cold weather, driving tractor and feedwagon to bring sustenance to the critters of the ranch.
This year, we had visitors in the form of family, which was a real treat. Randyman’s nephew is now one of the cowboys on the ranch, so his mom and stepdad came to spend the holidays
with him, and since WE have an extra room, we got the benefit of keeping them. They came laden with goodies, some edible and others wearable. Although, judging from the stains on the front of my sweatshirt, the prime rib was both.
I had read Ba’Nana’s blog on prime rib, picking up some nifty tips, and what do you know? They brought up a big, beautiful rib roast for Christmas Eve. They’d never had it before
and I was grateful for the timing, because it came out absolutely perfect. With a marinated cabbage and bleu cheese salad, twice baked potatoes, homemade creamed corn and horseradish for the rib roast, I was satisfied that we could not have fared better anywhere.
It was topped off with peppermint cheesecake in chocolate cookie crust and we practically foundered ourselves where we sat.
Top that off with a declaration from my brother in law that they are coming back in the spring and bringing another prime rib, makes things doubly perfect.
Next morning, I set about making Eggs Benedict. I find it interesting how pleasing the mouth can be so upsetting to the rest of the body, and can cause inanimate objects, such as
bathroom scales, to say awful things to us. I do believe mine said “One at a time, please”.
Randy and Bro-in-law set off with feed trucks and tractors to feed the several thousand cows on the ranch, while the rest of us saddled up and rode out to move cows out of one big
pasture and into another. I really wanted to take pictures, as it was extra beautiful, with the ice crystals that had formed on the top of the new fallen snow, but the batteries were dead. I plodded back to the house to leave the camera, never once considering
putting new batteries in. Blame it on old age, or the Mimosas I chugged down while making breakfast. Whatever.
After riding for a couple of hours, crunching through the snow, and breaking through the ice on the streams we had to cross, I came back early to stuff the turkey and prepare Christmas
Turkey, cranberry-cornbread stuffing, candied yams, homemade cranberry sauce, and left over salad from the night before was thoroughly enjoyed…every painful bite. I think we will
spend New Years looking for a 6-step program for food addicts. A 12-step would be nice, but I don’t believe we can walk that far.