This weekend, I offhandedly mentioned to my mom that I had a hankerin' for corned beef brisket. As soon as I'd said it, she immediately took me to the Magic Deepfreeze and produced TWO of said cuts of meat. The only stipulation was that I'd have to 'corn' it myself.
Me: Wha? I don't know how to do that.
Mom: Voila! Here's the recipe.
Me: Cool. But I don't have a crock.
Mom: We'll find one.
And so we did. That's one thing about Broken B Farms ... if you're looking for something, it's most likely there somewhere. Truly. If you were looking for a wooden replica of Sputnik that was carved by a man named Jose, using a maple tree that grew in Pennsylvania - it's probably around, you'd just have to look. :)
So we found an awesome crock - yeah, I said awesome - it's just the right size, and it doesn't have any cracks in it. And last night, I corned me some brisket! (see evidence in photograph - am I crafty or what?!) And get this: The 'marinade' has vein-popping amounts of salt in it, so the brisket basically sits in that crock in this salty, spiced brine for eight days! Then, goes into the fridge for six more days!
For as long as this takes, it had better be good. But hey, the bright side? No need for turkey this year, we'll have corned beef brisket for Thanksgiving dinner!!
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