This was the case yesterday. And I wish to gosh I'd remembered to take a photo.
So most people know that yesterday was big in the world of football. My husband is a 49ers fan, as is BJ, the owner of the vineyard where we got married. So naturally, we found ourselves over there to watch the big game.
I am not a fan of football. It just doesn't interest me. I can't help it. And neither can BJ's 20-year-old daughter Ashley.
BJ had promised Jim prime rib for dinner. She had one in the freezer she was going to take out and cook up. Well, she forgot to take it out of the freezer and realized this about 30 minutes before kick-off. Whoops. So who do they elect to go to the grocery store? (Mine you, there's only one. And it's not a Safeway or a SaveMart or a Raleys. It's a Mar Val. Haven't heard of it? Neither has most of the population) Yep, Ashley and the Vegetarian.
It shouldn't be that hard, though, right? Go to the store, take my credit card and get prime rib, BJ says. Okay, we can do that.
Except when we got to the meat section of the grocery store and my brain went into "uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" mode, it wasn't that easy. There was plenty of beef. Tenderloin and ribs of all sorts except the prime version we were looking for.
So we did what any logic-minded person would do. We asked the butcher.
"What size do you need?" he asks.
Ashley and I exchange glances.
"Uh, I don't know. Enough to feed 4-5 people, I guess," I tell him. I mean, there are actually three people eating. Jim usually counts as two. And if there was a little extra, that would be okay. Lunch tomorrow or something.
So he tells us it'll be about five minutes. We go get the other things we need and come back.
Well he comes out of the back with EIGHT POUNDS of beef!!! It was about the size of my mom's jack russell terrier!
And, of course, it comes with a heft price tag of $73.
So we bring it home and BJ is tied up with a phone call, and she doesn't notice the giant hunk of meat sitting on her counter until about an hour later, at which point we hear a "WHOOOLY COW!" reverberate through the house. And mind you, BJ was born and raised in New Jersey, so she's got a voice and a half on her. It was even louder than Jim screaming at the game on tv.
We come rushing it, laughing and told her, "That's what you get for sending Ashley and the Vegetarian to the store for meat. Next time, you can miss kick off and do it yourself."
And she says, "$73, well worth it!"
That was a good day.