Now on to the main event it's a little before 6:00 am and I already lit the firebox on the smoker. As that is warming up, I started to prep the brisket it's kind of complicated so pay attention.

I first wet the outside of the brisket with worcestershire sauce and then add a very liberal coating of rub. That's it. Seriously that will be all it takes for an outstanding, melt in your mouth brisket. That and time and low temps. I'll do a little more to this one later. But if I wanted to, that would be all the seasoning.

Here is my first pic



more to follow

(If these pics are too big, let me know and I'll resize them.)

sounds and looks good!!!! and don't forget to share some with us!
and the bigger the better!!!

BTW - speaking of parochial schools - first of all - they would praise St. Joseph because he was a Saint - but they didn't do the feast like the Italians - the Italians promised St. Joseph and kept to their word (something the Catholic Church cannot do - but don't get me going on that one)

and the memories of the nuns tellling us that we could not wear patent leather shoes because the boys could look up our skirts and see our panties!

OMG!

I had the old-school nuns - all the ones that became nuns because they were born deformed - you know the ones I am talking about - they used to hide their hands up their sleeves and when their hand came out there was a 20 foot thick board attached for smacking your knuckles with!

The ones that told us that we were baptized to remove mortal sin from our souls and that no other religion did that - and if we were friends with someone that was protestant - that person was not baptized catholic and we would go to he.l.l. for associating with them - and Lord help us if we had a Jewish friend! But yet - Christ was a Jew.

The warped minds of those cloistered old witches - no wonder they lives in cells - half of them belonged in jail - and years go by and they end up tearing down the "nunneries" and they find dead babies in the walls..........................

time for Mama to shut up!

May I ask??? Didn't your family (being Italian) celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph and open their doors to anyone who wanted to eat?

We were holiday catholics at best, you know Christmas Palm Sunday and Easter mass. In first grade I had my knuckles beat to a pulp with a ruler from one of those sadistic nuns. Lots of hypocrisy. But we did celebrate St Joseph's day and any other excuse to celebrate. Our home was always open to whoever dropped in so in that respect I guess we did somewhat celebrate it right. My mother always managed to throw a meal together quick at short notice.

That's one thing about the Italians - they always have food in the house and can whip up something fabulous in no time. We feed everyone - that's the way I was raised. When I'm dead and gone - there's a slot in the heavenly kitchen for me to keep cooking and baking. Heck - someone's gotta feed all those angels and residents!