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The prime rib roasts are on sale in my grocery store, almost half price. I rarely buy them, only when they are on sale like this and it's a treat for my husband. There are others in my home who don't share his love of prime rib roast. This is a conversation I had with my son a year or so ago. I'll be playing the part of The Mom, my son will be Brendan.

Brendan (returning home from school): What's that smell?
The Mom: It's dinner, we're have prime rib with all the fixings.
Brendan: What's prime rib?
The Mom: It's a roast, beef, you like beef, you'll like it. We've had it before.
I'm doing all the fixings, mashed potatoes with gravy, roast veggies, yorkshire pudding.
Brendan: I don't think I want any of that prime rib crap. Don't we have any real food, you know, hot dogs?
The Mom: No, we're having prime rib, no hot dogs.
Brendan: Well I'm not eating it. I'll have a peanut butter sandwich instead. But I'll try some of that pudding for dessert though.
The Mom: It's not that kind of pudding, you eat it with the prime rib, it's more like a dumpling than pudding.
Brendan: Then why do they call it pudding?
The Mom: I don't know, they just do and unless you're having some prime rib, you're not having any pudding.
Brendan: This dinner sounds really messed up.