My brother and I hijacked Christmas dinner, and he's been
dry aging a prime rib since Saturday.
Due to a bumper crop on the lemon tree, I'm making a Myer lemon pie and a lemon trifle (soaking the sarah lee pound cake (which is standing in for the ladyfingers that I couldn't find anywhere) with lemoncello).
For some odd reason, it's been impossible to find good green beans over the last few days, so we'll probably do something with broccoli and/or squash. I've also have a hankering for beets, so I may roast some with rosemary and tarragon. My brother is making yorkshire pudding to go with the beef. And we'll make my father bake some bread.
The ham contingent (less proactive than the beef eaters, in they just bitched without actually buying anything) was, surprisingly, equally vocal on their preference, so after lengthy negotioations, the settlement agreement includes a spiral cut ham with brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes on Christamas Eve night. I suspect my youngest sister will be making brownies and/or snickerdoodles. For Santa, of course.
I think my brother is going to make us all go on his marathon (t minus 24 days, I think he's up to 22 or so miles) training run with him before we're allowed to open presents on Christmas day so we can justify all the food and/or die so he can eat more of it.
