This past weekend, I smoked a brisket.
Honestly, the fact that it took me so long to smoke one is somewhat embarrassing. There really is no excuse.
If I'm honest ... I was a little scared of briskets.
I can't always find brisket at my Sam's club, and often when I see one it is really more expensive than I want to pay.
Part of the reason it took me so long to do one is that I'm nervous about screwing it up. A brisket is not nearly as "forgiving" as "pork butt" ... or at least that is what I've heard / read / seen.
And it takes a long time to smoke a brisket. It sort of sucks to spend all day making something that turns out less than awesome.
But a few weeks ago, briskets were on sale and I grabbed a 10 pound packer. I had intended to smoke it sooner, but my plans changed and I ended up freezing that brisket.
This past weekend is when I finally got around to doing it. Turns out I didn't really have to be afraid.