okay – Mr.Z saw the blog and didn’t particularly love reading my perspective without his sayso in there…
I happened to slow cook a brisket yesterday for like 5 hours so it would just fall apart…AND…it.didn’t. Mr.Z. politely declined sandwiches for lunch and then said, “oh great! Now on your blog you’re going to talk about how I insulted your cooking!”. So here I am, moving beyond his polite no thank you and getting to the important part of this here whole situation (ya hear that Mr.Z ??): I HAVE A BIG ASS BONE TO PICK WITH BRISKET THAT STARTED 14 YEARS AGO!
After I graduated from college, I started working in the big bad city of Houston, Texas…home of big trucks, cowboy hats, stolen big trucks, big everything really, and BARBEQUE ( down South I understand that barbeque refers to grilling or smokin but not really saucy). They would marinate these briskets and wrap em up and grill them nice and slow…now I tried to do this deal time and time again and burned every damn one!! Charcoal briquette style! Ooooooheee it pissed me off and I’m a gentle soul…sometimes I guess. So I kind of gave up…then a few years later I move to KC…home of I suppose fountains, controversial school districts, jazz, and yet again…barbeque (only this time it IS all about the sauce). I have another opportunity to get the brisket thing right. I think I have come close a time or two, but I just don’t have this sure fire process and I’ll be darned if I’m going to waste too many more hunks of cow! I will not allow myself to go online at this point to start pouring over recipes to read and deduce just where I went wrong.
People, I need one of you to be the King/Queen of brisket awesomeness and do share your secrets….PLEASE!
AND, if you’re one of those people who has an amazing kitchen trick but won’t tell anyone what it is….well…there’s a place for people like that, that’s all I’ll say about it