My plan was to start smoking my first brisket early this morning. The afternoon before the very small brisket (the butcher misunderstood) had been trimmed and the rub applied. I told Somchai to put the meat in the fridge. For some background, Somchai is one of our workers and always shows up for work. Half-drunk from rice whiskey, but he does show up.
This morning, I got the fire started at 7 and went to get the brisket out of the fridge to allow it to come to room temperature while I got the fire adjusted. The problem was that I didn’t see the meat. Turns out Somchai had put the meat in the freezer. Idiot. Me, not him as I should have double checked.
And this is only the first day of my brisket journey here in Thailand.
This morning, I got the fire started at 7 and went to get the brisket out of the fridge to allow it to come to room temperature while I got the fire adjusted. The problem was that I didn’t see the meat. Turns out Somchai had put the meat in the freezer. Idiot. Me, not him as I should have double checked.
And this is only the first day of my brisket journey here in Thailand.