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I had to get trash to the curb. Mom pushes to get trash out, so at least I didn't have to collect it all, get it to the bin, then haul the bin out. She can't get it, usually, up and in the bin. But she can and does get it ready to go. Usually in lighter batches, be cause a) that is her limit (if a good thing), and b) that is before it begins to smell (her nose is more sensitive). Good all around.
A project is underway. Finally, I got around to trying to corn a beef, make corned beef from a portion of brisket. For two weeks, about a week and a half remaining, after creating a convoluted brining liquid, I am juggling the meat and juices, in a plastic bag. The hope is for a corned beef that doesn't taste terrible. Storebought has gone so far downhill that I don't consider them worth the fortune they now charge for them. Slimey, terrible tasting, freezer burned, mushy. I had given up, until I foung a recipe. It only took me... three? five? years to finally get to making one? Meh.
