Last weekend I decided I wanted some brisket done my way. So I fired up the Weber Smokey Mountain. Sawed me off a couple of chunks of mesquite and pecan from my personal stash of prime mesquite and pecan logs and twenty hours later I was eating something it's hard to find in the typical Q-Raunt.... Burnt Ends!

At the point a piece of beef becomes a burnt end it transcends purely being a piece of beef. It has fulfilled it's destiny and reached a higher plane of existence. It's achieved perfection!
Was that too dramatic? Well when a piece of meat makes your eyes roll back in your head. Maybe you'll understand.
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