A whole lot of my friends love to read The Pioneer Woman blog, and I have to admit, I’m also a big fan. The gal who writes it reminds me a little of my mother. Except my mom doesn’t cook. And she didn’t homeschool us. And she doesn’t know that much about photography. And Mother doesn’t have a blog. On second thought, they’re nothing alike. (They both live with men who have to chop ice in the winter, so they do have that in common.)
Anyway, back to the cowboy meat. Mrs. Pioneer has a ton of recipes on her blog, and one of them is for brisket. I’ve never made a brisket before and was feeling a little adventurous this week, so I decided to give it a shot. Parker and I made the marinade yesterday, and our brisket spent a relaxing evening soaking in the fridge.
When I got the pan out to bake this morning, I had a quick question about the marinade, so I called my mother.
Bless her heart.
She started telling me the history of brisket. It used to be a cheap part of meat that nobody wanted. Then t.v. chefs started cooking brisket and it became all the rage, so now it’s more expensive because brisket is like a celebrity. She proceeded to tell me that she has always been a fan of brisket, even before it was popular. She also said that it is typically a fat cut of meat. Or maybe she meant “phat.”
Ok then. Parker and I are pretty much on our own. We spooned the marinade over the brisket and then covered tightly with foil.
Everything was going well until we had an unfortunate incident involving the garbage disposal and the 1/4 cup.
Ah! The finished masterpiece. I had to cook it twice as long as I originally planned, but it tastes yummy.
