Originally posted by Quackerbox
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Brisket. How much stink is too much stink?
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Unless it starts to feeling slippery or has developed a rainbow shimmery oil slick, we eat it. At least, these are my husband’s hard limits. I’m more skeptical when something smells “off.”
The conversation at home goes something like this:
Me: ((noticing what might be, almost, sort of, maybe a kinda fetid smell, maybe)) “Sugar, will you come smell this? It smells to me like it might be old.”
Him: ((*sniff*…one sniff, just one. Kind of a passing or “drive by” sniff)) “Naw…it’s fine.”
Me: “Are you sure? It smells funny to me.”
Him: ((nipping at my neck from behind)) “It’s fine. Just start cooking because I’m hungry. Worst case scenario? If you start blowing beads, you’ll get to be right…for a change.”
Me: ((spatula to the face. His, not mine.))
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Originally posted by MassMan View PostTrim a thin slice, cook in a pan, taste, decide.
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