Archive for January, 2017

Prime Rib — First Time

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2017 by lelandwong

 

For this year’s thanksgiving we did something different from the regular roasting of a turkey. We decided to roast a prime rib. Besides, the OL and the Mil did not get a free turkey. We’re kind of sick of eating turkey too.

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Holy shit! $93.31 for a 9.34 lb. beef ribeye roast?! That’s the first time I ever bought a chunk of meat for that much.

I seasoned the roast with olive oil, salt, black pepper, garlic powder, vegetable seasoning. I poked a bunch of holes on the roast with a fork. I let it sit around for like six hours in the refrigerator till I began the roast.

This is the first time I ever attempted to make a prime rib roast. I referred to this website for instructions.

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I seared the seasoned roast for over thirty minutes at 450 degrees on both sides. Then I turned down to heat to 350 degrees. Using a temperature probe I roasted it till the middle got to be 120 degrees.

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Wow, it came out perfectly. Medium rare. Just as good as the House of Prime Rib.

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I carved out ten slices, so that came out to about $10 a slice.

I’m surprised how easy it was to make.

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Weird Dream

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2017 by lelandwong

It’s storming outside so I took a nap in the afternoon.


I had to pee and some how I walked into an elementary school class while in session to use the restroom.  I jiggled the the restroom doors but they were all locked.  The teachers got all uptight at me.  They wanted to get me arrested for tresspassing on school grounds.

This kid wound up getting handcuffed and was crying at the top of his lungs like a block away from the school.  I helped him slip his hands out of the handcuffs.  I stuck the handcuffs in my pocket.  Getting away from the scene in a swimming motion floating through the night streets in what appeared to be Russian Hill by Union and Jones street .  

A  loupohna with her child from the school walking I wanted to avoid.  They were all out to get me arrested.  I can hear the sound of the handcuff chains in my pocket.  Walking by a cop whom was focused on something else.  If these cuffs are still in my pocket, then this is not a dream…. I thought … they are still after me!   *zzzzzzzz….pop!*

It was still storming outside.  4pm.  I got up to pee.