Originally Posted by Harbormaster
One of the Brethren cooked next to me at my only comp last year. Gave him a slice of my turn in brisket. Said it was really good, and wanted to get me drunk to spill my secrets. Problem is, there aren't any secrets. Trim, rub, cook, rest, slice.
It's a brisket, not a Saturn V rocket.
That's some funny sh*t.......