More Jewish Food Nattering
Dec. 14th, 2006 09:37 amLast night, I started my Shabbat cooking (we're going out for dinner with friends tonight, so I had to get a jump on the cooking a day early) by making the main dish -- brisket, using my mother's recipe. I then mentioned later on in a chat that I had a brisket in the oven, and folks asked for the recipe. So, while I know that most of the folks on the chat don't necessarily read here, I promised I'd post the recipe. And... here it is.
There's actually a story that goes with this recipe. One year, my parents were visiting with us for Shmini Atzeret/Simchat Torah. I decided that I'd make something they'd like, something I hadn't made before -- brisket. Of course, because I wanted it to be a surprise, I couldn't ask my mom for her recipe. So I pulled out the shul cookbook from the shul I grew up in (an aside -- I love shul cookbooks. They tend to have people's favorite recipes, plus they always have the name of the person who submitted the recipe, so you know who to thank or blame) and started looking for brisket recipes. The first one required way more effort than I had time or patience for. The second had ingredients I didn't think belonged in a brisket. The third needed to be cooked on the stovetop, and I already had 4 things cooking on my stovetop. So, I looked at the fourth one. It was perfect -- very few ingredients; while it took time to cook, it was a "put it in and ignore" type of recipe; it was perfect. So I scanned to the bottom of the recipe to see who had submitted it, thinking that when I served the brisket I could tell my mom to thank the person who submitted the recipe. And it said... Eleanor Pearlman. My mom. So when my parents came and I served the brisket, I told them the above story. To this day, it's a giggle-inducer for us.
But, enough yammering. On to the recipe:( No vampires allowed )
There's actually a story that goes with this recipe. One year, my parents were visiting with us for Shmini Atzeret/Simchat Torah. I decided that I'd make something they'd like, something I hadn't made before -- brisket. Of course, because I wanted it to be a surprise, I couldn't ask my mom for her recipe. So I pulled out the shul cookbook from the shul I grew up in (an aside -- I love shul cookbooks. They tend to have people's favorite recipes, plus they always have the name of the person who submitted the recipe, so you know who to thank or blame) and started looking for brisket recipes. The first one required way more effort than I had time or patience for. The second had ingredients I didn't think belonged in a brisket. The third needed to be cooked on the stovetop, and I already had 4 things cooking on my stovetop. So, I looked at the fourth one. It was perfect -- very few ingredients; while it took time to cook, it was a "put it in and ignore" type of recipe; it was perfect. So I scanned to the bottom of the recipe to see who had submitted it, thinking that when I served the brisket I could tell my mom to thank the person who submitted the recipe. And it said... Eleanor Pearlman. My mom. So when my parents came and I served the brisket, I told them the above story. To this day, it's a giggle-inducer for us.
But, enough yammering. On to the recipe:( No vampires allowed )