Hi there. I have actually been on the forum for a number of years, but bristled at having to say much about myself (which is quite unusual. No one has ever called me shy! Or reticent!) so after several reminders to introduce myself, I dropped off. Then came the "Big Event" April 22 2012, I had a heart attack, with major complications at age 57. 5 months in hospitals and rehab and another hospitalization later, I am still on oxygen 24x7, which doesn't lend itself to smoking. I'm still out of work, recovering, and not doing too well. All of my friend on Facebook seem to have smoked briskest in the last two weeks, and that mouth watering thought brought me out of hiding. I went to my local butcher. Point cut and flat cuts were on sale for $4.99 a pound. i asked if he had any whole briskets. et le voila! it was $3.99 a pound. SOLD! he trimmed it up nice for smoking and I brought it home, stuck it in the ice chest. (since the fridge crapped out 4th of July weekend and we have not managed to replace it yet.) My SO, Marc cleaned up my smoker for me yesterday (a Cabela Bullet style) So, I am about to come up with a fabulous rub, we are soaking the wood, and by tomorrow's dinner, If all goes right, we will have a wonderful smoked brisket! I am still on medical leave, having used up my benefits. This means they are holding my job until the end of October, but I have no income, and I pay for insurance via COBRA. so this is an extravagance. I'm too young to retire (big penalty on early retirement) besides, I want to work! What do I do? I might tell you privately, but to the world, I am "a piano player in a whore house" (see Calvin Coolidge) I work for a mega global corporation which has stated it just might fire you if you post anything on these interwebs that it doesn't like. And truthfully, after 34 years with what used to be one of the best companies to work for, through mergers and acquisitions, and a severe culture change, I am no longer proud of who I work for. They no longer care about their employees, their customers (IMHO) or their "product" I consider myself a Southern girl at heart, and my Daddy was the barbecue king (of course) my great uncle on my mother's side had a Carolina style barbecue joint in Thonatasassa, FL, or near-abouts, and he left his secret recipe to my Daddy when he died. We always told Daddy, if he lost his day job as an engineer (worked on Apollo, Nukes, and more) he should open a BBQ. Is that enough? Now y'all will be begging me to shut up!