The prime rib roast took a little longer than expected, but it turned out well.
I should be arrested for what I did to our prime rib. :$
My sister bought a prime rib and said that I was going to be in charge of cooking it, no problem. I took it out of the fridge to put the garlic/thyme marinade on the top and let it come up to room temp before cooking only to find that one corner was pretty much frozen. WTF? (It was never in the freezer.) Not good.
So I let it rest after applying the marinade but she keeps rushing me to put it in because she doesn't want the dinner to be late. The beef is thawed but still pretty cold but it's safe to cook, so I go ahead and put it in the oven.
About 15 minutes before it's supposed to be done I insert the meat thermometer ("that's what she said") and the inside is 85F.

Panic mode sets in, another WTF moment.
So I start hanging out in the kitchen more and notice she is opening and closing the oven...a lot. Not only that, when she opens it she leaves the door wide open as she walks around getting things. :twisted:
About an hour and fifteen minutes later it's finally done. I leave the room for about five minutes and when I get back my brother-in-law has already started to carve it. :\ I could see all the love just pouring out of it. Baby Jesus cried.
We had dry overcooked prime rib for dinner. :|