Brisket.

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Slowly smoked all day.  Wow.  That was... is... good.  I haven't eaten all my portion.  No way I could.

And, while he was at it, he smoked the salt.  Has a nice color.  I'll store that, adding it to occasional special dishes.  Though, next time he smokes something long, I may see if he will put some of it back in.  Just... seeing how far it can go.  An experiment.  Not at all unhappy with what is there, just... curious at this point.

Which means I haven't gotten to bandage removal, toenail clipping, or a shower.  But... it's... coming.  I'll clip my toenails now.  And either next time, or the time after that, of feeding Sassy, I'll... take bandages off, get in the shower, and... clean.  Oh... I'm... just not looking forward to that.

I'll put the rest of the brisket up, and have some through the week.  It's as good as you get, with brisket.  Smoke houses often offer leftovers, or worse?  This, though, is... superior.  What I call ripe off the bone.  And, it was left to do it's thing, in it's time as well.  So no rushing, fudging, pushing, or such.  It... just... got done.

He... was thinking ribs, maybe, next time?  Maybe next month?  I've been hankering for ribs, with the chewable gristle.  I need to try some keto/carnivore type friendly rubs or sauces.  I'd like something sweeter.  I don't really want hot, not the first shot.  But... yeah.  I'll start hunting and pecking.

Best get the rest up.  No way will I be able to eat more.  But... boy was that good.  They didn't have cream, so I ordered milk.  Not good for diabetes, but I... wanted something.  Anyway... so be it.  Good day, and later, or goodnight?  Probably not quite yet.