I confess: until this summer, I had never seen a brisket. I'm German, you see. Where I am from, cooks throw brisket in a machine called a masticator because they do not know how to cook it to make it tender. All my life, I thought barbecue stood for a sauce that tastes like sweet, artificial smoke. Then, two and a half months ago, I came to Texas.
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