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Ode to a Brisket of Beef I Cooked in my Oven One Winter’s Day
The children all give me grief,
Mouths watering within our home.
Oh, beautiful brisket of beef,
I dare not leave you alone.
For five hours you’ve cooked away,
Your flavours meld deep within,
Our noses filled with your perfume.
And while we daren’t eat you today,
I’ll sleep soundly with a grin,
Knowing tomorrow you’ll be consumed.
dude, where’s the recipe??? i actually need to make a brisket today!
Bar none, my mother’s brisket is my favourite childhood taste memory. I’ve gotta go call her now…
hmmm…i still haven’t received my invitation to dinner….i’ll check the junk mail 🙂