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Prime Rib (on the barbecue) and Hasselhoff Potatoes

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… and Beet and Purple Cabbage Slaw, Lentil & Barley Salad, Maple Squash Puree, Grilled Vegetables, Chocolate Chip Cookies and Mini Pavlova with Lemon Curd and Blackberries. That was last night, but we subsisted on leftovers today, in between a dozen or so dishwasher loads.

Yesterday most of the ‘hood came over after our 6 hour community clean-up and the opening of a new park in Inglewood. By the time it was dinnertime we had all had too little sleep and too much sun, and the prime rib roast (left over from BT last week – yes, I froze it) had just gone onto the barbecue. (Remember my complete lack of time management skills?) The vat of sangria that arrived first did not help facilitate the dinner-making process, nor did prioritizing the simple syrup we needed to make mojitos with. (I know, you can use plain old sugar. We just wanted to be fancy about our mojito bar. Or more appropriately, the stickiest corner of the counter.) I thought I was being minimalist and was totally prepared. I was, as usual, totally not.

It’s funny – people are always telling me they couldn’t possibly invite us over because it’s “too intimidating” (or some such) to have to cook for me (which is silly, right?), or apologizing for whatever food they are serving, which is always spectacular. On the other hand I always get stressed out when people come over not because of the dust hippopotami on the stairs, but because they have such grandiose expectations of what they are going to be fed. It’s tough to live up to sometimes. OK, most of the time. So when in doubt, I deep fry stuff. Like corn dogs and mini donuts or churros. Or throw a prime rib on the grill and hope for the best. It’s a shame, though, that a mutual love for food should spur anxiety over sharing it.

I never would have trusted myself to do a $40 cut of meat on the grill had I not just done it with Ron last week. And really, it’s easy. Just make sure you have a meat thermometer – preferably a digital one. What he does, after painting it with mustard and salting and peppering it and pressing rosemary all over it (you could do any type of rub here) is crank the barbecue up to high, and when it’s good and hot (the dial will register around 600 degrees) throw it on, sear it on all sides, then turn off one side – the side the meat is on – and leave the other one high. Throw some wood chips in – he used chunks of wine barrel – and close the lid. MY mistake was to keep on opening it to throw hot dogs and burgers on for the kids – and of course because the meat was nowhere near done, all the grown ups had to eat them too – which slowed the cooking time quite a bit. It should have taken 1 1/2-2 hours for a 5 lb roast, but after 2 my dial meat thermometer wasn’t registering anything. J ran across the street and brought over two backups. The poor piece of cow had three probes in it, none of them registering at all. So either all three simultaneously broke, or the meat wasn’t even up to the lowest temp on the dial. (I do have a digital thermometer but couldn’t find the wire-probe part, which Woody and Buzz are likely using to fight dinosaurs under W’s bed, or I’ll find it in my garden ten years from now.) Finally after 2 1/2 hours and a handful of us standing around the barbecue poking at it for quite some time, we decided to take it off, wrap it in foil and let it rest for a half hour or so. (What should have happened was my digital thermometer would have let us know when the meat was 125F, then we would have pulled it off, wrapped it in a few layers of foil, and let it rest until it went up to around 142F, at which point it would have been perfectly and evenly cooked and wonderful.

It was fine. Not perfection, but not heinously overdone. But after 20 minutes of resting (and 4 hours of beer-drinking) all the guys decided to walk over to check out the new house B is rebuilding, and the second those of us left at home gave up waiting, unwrapped the thing and started slicing (by now it’s around 9 pm) W woke up (having stripped naked and climbed into bed about an hour after his back yard was taken over) and came halfway down the stairs, naked and crying, with a very high fever. So I left everyone to the meat and extras (which most people missed, having gone home with their toddlers) and went up to lie with W and mop his forehead and back with a cool washcloth.

Let me just tell you about the potatoes. They’re really called Hasselback potatoes, named for Hasselbacken, the Stockholm restaurant where they were first served, but I can’t not call them Hasselhoff potatoes. How could I? Hasselhoff is far more entertaining. Especially when he’s naked with a pair of shar pei puppies covering his bits.

You really don’t need a recipe for Hasselhoff potatoes. Choose thin-skinned potatoes like Yukon gold, scrub them, and slice them thinly (try for 1/4 inch), cutting not quite all the way through. At this point you could slide any number of ingredients in between the slices – thinly sliced garlic is what I did, but you could tuck in whole sage leaves or bits of prosciutto or parma ham. Set the potato on a piece of tin foil, drizzle it with canola or olive oil, dab with a bit of butter if you like, and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Wrap it up and throw it on the grill. Depending on the heat they should take about an hour; turn them once in awhile. And if your grill is full, you can throw them on the upper shelf, where they will get the heat when it’s closed, creating an oven environment. That’s it. Do as many as you want, obviously.

J convinced me as the last stragglers headed outside to the patio to take a photo of the kitchen, post-party, to post here. A picture really is worth a thousand words.

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20 comments on “Prime Rib (on the barbecue) and Hasselhoff Potatoes

  1. robyn
    May 31, 2009 at 9:48 pm

    Sounds like an amazing day! And your kitchen really doesn’t look all that messy….was the outside hit bad?

    Hope W is ok!

  2. Monique
    June 1, 2009 at 3:48 am

    I can’t believe how our kitchens look sometimes after a get together:)

    I always clean up before bed and I always think in my next life..not..
    I do like the fact it lets you go over the whole night in your mind as you are doing the system restore though~
    The meat looks perfect and I love your kitchen..We had guests too..my childhood friend.. her husband is a builder/contractor and I just told them Sat night my new favorite kitchens have built in banquettes:)

  3. thepinkpeppercorn
    June 1, 2009 at 4:45 am

    Sounds like a fun time – the kitchen looks so cute (I love the stack of plates in the sink!!! I think that sounds weird, but it just looks so relaxed and “homey”).

  4. Sophie
    June 1, 2009 at 5:56 am

    It sounds that you had a great time! The rib does look yummie & so do the potatoes! I love your kitchen!
    Dear Julie, a few days ago, I gave you an award: please come over @my foodblog & pick it up!
    you can find it in my second latest post!!

  5. Cheryl Arkison
    June 1, 2009 at 6:08 am

    That back wall is yellow? I can say that I’ve never noticed that before.

    An honest example of real entertaining. That’s why you rock, the honesty.

  6. Elaine
    June 1, 2009 at 6:46 am

    dear god, those poor puppies.

    I made some hasselbeck potatoes myself the other day; many “don’t hassle the hoff” jokes were made throughout the course of dinner. They just never get old.

  7. Theresa
    June 1, 2009 at 11:37 am

    I agree with Elaine’s comment. Poor puppies! Julie, I used to be so intimidated to ask M’s old boss over for supper……until I realized his world famous salsa was being produced at Las Palmeras Mexican Restaurant…..

  8. Nora
    June 1, 2009 at 11:41 am

    Hee hee, Hasselhoff potatoes! Never heard of hasselback potatoes but they look delicious. And is it just me, or do the folds of the puppies look vaguely reminiscent of the potatoes?!

  9. Peter
    June 1, 2009 at 12:02 pm

    LOL…I was wondering when I read Hasselhoff potatoes…The Hoff would approve…especially the roast beast…nice work!

  10. Sarah
    June 1, 2009 at 2:15 pm

    Okay, I get it, the potatoes look like the Shar-pei’s, right??

  11. doula aj
    June 1, 2009 at 5:32 pm

    My trick for Hasselhoff potatoes (I’ll never call them Hasselback again)is to put the potato into a large spoon(a wooden one works well), and then cut them. The edge of the spoon keeps you from cutting through the potato.
    I hope W is on the mend – high fevers can be scary.

  12. JulieVR
    June 1, 2009 at 9:08 pm

    Oooh – love the spoon tip! Brilliant!

  13. Bellini Valli
    June 2, 2009 at 3:01 am

    I just love it when people cook for me, and I agree they have no need to apologize. We all need time off. Thanks for the tips for BBQ’ing a roast. I will need them:D

  14. Erin M
    June 2, 2009 at 5:28 pm

    Yum! Love the kitchen pic….you should have that as your header “come into my kitchen” with that picture lol.

  15. Jess
    June 2, 2009 at 5:35 pm

    Those “Hasselhoff” look damn sexy, if you ask me.

  16. Jen C
    June 2, 2009 at 6:23 pm

    Your kitchen doesn’t look that bad at all!!! At least there aren’t an army of ’empty soldiers’ lying around…..
    Ahhh the Hoff…where to begin, where to begin…that’s a nasty nasty picture, thank you Julie. Can you imagine what the Baywatch reunion show would be like – they have all de-railed. Ok…food, focus… the potatoes look delish – i’ve always loved the look of those but never actually tried them.

  17. Aimee
    June 3, 2009 at 10:31 am

    Julie, you are keeping it real! I can so relate. I hate getting the I’m so nervous to cook for you’ line. Hey, I like to eat. Period!
    I still get plenty stressed out when piles of people come over. The prime rib looks better than anything I do!
    And sorry about W, but isn’t that just classic. My sister threw a New Year’s party, slated for when the kids were fast asleep, of course, but they both threw up on her and she spent the evening upstairs with them and mopping up barf.
    Sigh.

  18. angie
    June 4, 2009 at 5:00 pm

    The Hoff needs to keep his clothes on or you need to not refer to him naked when you are talking about food…the two, just do not belong together.
    On another note, Ron has the ability to change the way everyone thinks about meat…it’s the evangelist in him.
    Great post !

  19. June
    June 4, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    It was my husband’s birthday today and I tried both recipes tonight. I also made half recipe of sunken chocolate cake in a 6.5″ springform pan. Thanks!!! It all turned out great!!!

    I also found a good butcher in Okotoks. It’s called Hirshe Fraser Meats. All their meat is local and they are also ranchers. They make their own sausage too.

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