Bring Out The First Brisket

It's Sir Blakey's first Passover, which can only mean one thing. The Rescue Pup doesn't know from brisket. So here he is, standing watch, hoping for a taste.

Hubby tosses him a sliver, tiny but delish, and continues with the ceremonial brissing of the first brisket. This year, I tried something new. I made two smallish briskets instead of a giant one. Passover-wise, I like to part ways with tradition. I'm such a rebel. Somewhere up there, Grandma Shorty is shaking her head. "What do you need with two briskets? Just make a lot of dry chicken and no one will notice." Are you kidding, Grandma? This group notices everything.