no one had brisket. but one vendor was selling rump roast, buy one, get one free. I could hardly pass that up at $6.50 a pound for grass-fed beef. so I picked out two, spent my last dollars, and came home to face my recipes in sorrow. they all were serious: brisket. oh well. I took a deep breath, got out my mortar and pestle, and ignored them while I mushed. 5 days later, I took a huge hunk of delicious meat out of the oven and my children and husband attacked it. ‘defrost that other roast, won’t you?’ I asked my husband and sliced the rest of the cooked one before me.
In the morning, it was gone, and I started another.