We eat Prime Rib for Christmas, always have. The prime rib is always accompanied by mashed potatoes, gravy, creamed spinach and Yorkshire puddings. As a child I remember my father carving the prime rib with his grandfather’s carving knife, which is a sight to behold. The wood of the handle is polished to perfection with years and generations of use. The blade is hand forged and made to last. My great grandfather was a cook in the Army during WW1 and upon his return opened up a little restaurant up in Murdo, South Dakota, but that’s another story. The knife was handed down to my father and every year after he lovingly sharpens it and the blade meets the perfectly cooked meat of the prime rib, he dives into his memory and shares stories of visiting the House of Prime Rib in San Francisco back with his parents in the early 1950’s. He speaks longingly of the cart that would come to his table abundant with creamed spinach, mashed potatoes and gravy and how the server would slice the prime rib to order, right at the table, and the Yorkshire puddings would be soaked in the jus. The food must have been divine and the service like magic to a little boy because almost 60 years later he still tells the story every Christmas and we give thanks for our prime rib dinner that has become our tradition. Happy Holidays to you and yours, may it be filled with love and tradition.
Michelle, Deli Manager