Prime Rib Trauma
So, I was talking to my SIL yesterday and she mentioned that she has a prime rib that she wants to make for the Super Bowl.
Naturally, I described Kenji's impeccable recipe.
To my horror, she said that she bakes her prime rib at 325 degrees for four (4) hours and it comes out perfect. We are talking about a six pound roast here. She went on to say that she never lets meat rest because you have to cut into it right away in order to get the juice out!
It's been over 24 hours since the conversation, and I cannot get this disturbing future event out of my head.
She semi-resents my superior cooking abilities and does not take cooking advice from me.
How do you all handle situations like this, and am I normal for reacting this way or just weird? Any similar stories?