Threw a whole packer brisket in the CookShack at midnight Christmas eve. Santa Clause didn't try to steal it, lucky for him!
'Bout noon Christmas day I opened up the door and shoved a couple of pans of my signature "smoke beans" under the brisket and threw in more apple wood. Yanked it all, put the brisket in the cooler wrapped in towels and went to my sister's for dinner. Wasn't much left...
'Bout noon Christmas day I opened up the door and shoved a couple of pans of my signature "smoke beans" under the brisket and threw in more apple wood. Yanked it all, put the brisket in the cooler wrapped in towels and went to my sister's for dinner. Wasn't much left...