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March 23, 2010 at midnight
Updated March 22, 2010 at 10:23 p.m.

Meggie's Garlic Crusted Prime Rib

MEGGIE'S GARLIC CRUSTED PRIME RIB1 (6-pound) boneless beef rib roast, well trimmed

30 garlic cloves, unpeeled and whole

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

1/3 fresh horseradish, grated or purchased in a jar

Kosher salt

Freshly ground black pepper

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Toss garlic, olive oil in small baking dish and cover with aluminum foil. Bake garlic for 30 minutes or until light brown. Remove from oven and allow to cool for 15 minutes. Peel off outer skin and discard. Combine olive oil, horseradish and salt in food processor. Add peeled garlic and puree until smooth. Mixture will be slightly grainy.

Place meat on baking rack or large-rimmed baking sheet. Season rib roast with salt and pepper all over. Coat one side of roast with thin layer of garlic paste and place this side down on rack. Paint top and sides with remaining garlic paste.

Cover tightly with plastic wrap and refrigerate for six hours or overnight.

Remove plastic wrap. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place rib roast on lowest rack in oven, and cook until meat thermometer reads about 125 degrees. This will take at least one hour and 30 minutes, but as long as two hours depending on oven. Check the temperature of the roast after about one hour, and again in 30 minute intervals. The center of the roast will be rare and the ends or outside edges medium well. Remove the roast from the oven and allow to rest for 30 minutes before slicing. Serve with horseradish sauce.

The roast may darken on the outside and appear to be burnt. This is only the outer coat of garlic and horseradish.

By Myra Starkey

Over the years, I have tried many different hobbies. Some of these activities stood the test of time, and others have gone by the wayside because of a lack of interest or talent on my part.

Their remnants often lay stowed away in an attic, crammed into the corner of a closet or were sold at garage sales.

Taylor and I married in 1982. During those years, I started sewing, probably for both economic reasons and creative release. I sewed curtains for our first house and some of my own clothes. By the time we started our family, I added gardening to my list of hobbies and began to grow vegetables and herbs. I needed to decorate the baby room walls, so I started cross-stitching. I continued to sew baby clothes for the growing Starkey clan, expanding my skills by making appliquéd jumpers for all three kids.

After moving to Victoria, I took quilting classes because some of my friends were doing that. I actually finished a couple of quilts, which gave me a great 'rural craftswomen' sort of satisfaction.

I tried my hand at rug hooking, but could never master this art well enough to produce anything worthy. I briefly attempted painting, but lacked the artistic talent, especially when compared to Taylor's skill on the canvas.

Several years ago, I picked up the long-lost hobby of knitting. I had knitted some when I was a kid, but hadn't picked up yarn and knitting needles in more than 30 years. I had seen some neat work by two friends of mine, Judy and Mary Ann, and they helped me to learn new stitches and build my confidence. I completed several mufflers, scarves, hats, ponchos and even a shawl. It makes me feel very relaxed to sit and knit, and I especially enjoy it if I can do it while chatting with close friends.

I like to call myself a knitter. A knitter is one who hoards all sorts of beautiful yarns with the hope that someday those colorful skeins will become sweaters, more mufflers or maybe a warm hat for a future grandchild.

Last year, my friend Mary Ann, invited us to go with her family to their ranch in the mountains of New Mexico. Mary Ann discovered a bead show in Santa Fe, which was only about two hours away, so we planned to stop in and check out the beads. We were overwhelmed by the vast array of colors, textures and varieties. They were made of plastic, metal, stone, coral, wood, pearls and every imaginable thing that could be used on a necklace.

Some of the completed projects there by skilled craftsmen were stunning works of art. Ideas swirled through our minds at lightning speed, and we filled our bags with beads to make our own masterpieces.

Unfortunately, we had a 3-year-old in tow (Mary Ann's sweet grandchild) and shopping for beads was slightly difficult, because she was also greatly interested and desirous of these colorful beads. We vowed to return with projects, pictures and plans the following year.

Several months ago, I started buying bead magazines and researching bead projects from books at our local library. Mary Ann and I would be traveling once again to the fantastic Santa Fe Bead Show, but this time we were women on a mission.

Both of us had a basic idea of the beads we needed. Mary Ann also loves to needlepoint and even has her own shop in downtown Victoria, so she had several canvases to bejewel and needed to stock up on supplies for her customers. I tend to lean to clay beads or African beads, so I looked for patterns knowing Santa Fe would be a great place to shop for these.

I was as excited as a school girl as I walked (or maybe skipped) into the convention center in downtown Santa Fe this past weekend. Serious beaders, those who bead jewelry and other crafts, often tend to look alike. Most of the skilled ones sport some piece they made. They might have a beaded necklace or earrings. Some might have a beaded purse or even a hair barrette, but all are very interesting to behold.

I might add that Mary Ann, Meggie and I entered the room lacking any sort of jewelry. Meggie, Mary Ann's oldest daughter, lives in Fort Worth and works for a large commercial real estate company. She is a beautiful, young woman with a sparkle in her eye and a zest for living. I assured her she would find the show interesting and would leave with a project in hand.

We even let our husbands accompany us to the bead show on the first evening. They were excited, attentive and encouraging. That they could pretend to act that way showed us what good husbands they are. Because we planned to return the following day without them, we allowed them to follow us around for an hour or two as we dashed in and out of booths.

I spotted a tomato worm pendant made of blown glass. Most beaders probably did not even recognize that the large glass bead looked just like a full-sized bright green tomato worm but Mary Ann and I, both being gardeners, knew that was the artist's inspiration the moment we saw it.

After the preview of the bead show, we walked to a local restaurant called the Pink Adobe located near the old historic Loretto Chapel.

Our hostess seated us in a small room off the patio at an oblong table for seven. Cindy and Chris were with us on the trip. Their goal was to shop for wedding rings and not to hang out at the bead show. We refer to them as the "nearlyweds," since they are to be married in a few weeks.

I excused myself from our group and made my usual restaurant walk to look at the dishes on the other guests' tables. I came back regaling the seafood enchiladas with black beans. These turned out to be a delicious choice, but the bread pudding for dessert was, perhaps, the best I ever had.

After sleeping like a kid on Christmas Eve, the next morning after breakfast, the women headed to the bead show.

I split from my companions and headed for the tomato worm bead. I smiled at the artist and she agreed to put the necklace on a silver chain without charging me. I put the necklace on and proudly walked to the next row to shop. Now, I felt like a beader. I met up with Mary Ann and Meggie as they were perusing geode beads.

I declared beading to be my new hobby or at least my current obsession.

Once we met up with the rest of our traveling companions, we proudly displayed our purchases. The beads that filled the small Ziploc bags would become beautiful necklaces.

It was great fun to sit in front of the large fireplace and string beads and talk of the day's adventure.

The next evening, Meggie prepared a standing rib roast, which was coated with a garlic crust. She prepared potato coins fried in duck fat, totally decadent, which were sprinkled with sea salt and chives. Cindy made a green chili cornbread to accompany our meal. We sat down to this delicious feast with the new necklaces around our necks. We had become beaders.

I realize that beading may be another passing fad or hobby. I don't plan to give up the other things that fill my free time, but it is fun to learn to do something new. We are never too old, too young, or too busy to learn to create.

Myra Starkey lives in Victoria. Write her in care of the Advocate, P.O. Box 1518, Victoria, TX 77901, or e-mail myra@vicad.com.

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