Neighbors and we share holidays. I usually do Thanksgiving, she does Christmas. She does a sort of British prime rib, etc, thing. My job is to keep people out from underfoot. Oh, that's not true. I have a serious job. She usually buys a really great rib roast. I mean, a quality not available here. Has it brought in. But she doesn't have a sharp knife in her kitchen (how can you love to cook and not... oh, well, stay away from that). The first year, she cut it, the second her son did, the third my husband did. I finally, the fourth year said I would,, and realized why no one could get a slice out of this absolutely, positively beautiful roast. Hey, they're cutting it with what might as well be a butter knife. So I slaughtered it that year. Then last year I asked hubby to rosin up the bow, and I'm coming in with my own carving set. This year she specifically asked me to come with my own carving set, because she spends a fortune on this roast and is almost always disappointed ... until last year. Got it. In my own family I'm considered to be the person who can carve a piece of meat. Oh, he--, people, buy a decent carving set. I only use mine a couple times a year, but yes, this gal carries it with her any more! Haha!
