Being raised Catholic, I was very unfamiliar with the Jewish religion, let alone the food. Lord only knows how I survived 16 years without matzo ball soup & noodle kugel. My husband is Jewish and I still remember my first Passover with his family. Man, was this exciting. His grandparent's house was beautiful and everyone welcomed me with open arms. I remember seeing their long, wonderfully dressed table, set for 12. We took our seats, determined by the small name tags with our pictures on them. (Our incredible grandmother still does the same to this day.)
Out came gefilte fish, which I politely passed on. Next came liquid gold, also known as matzo ball soup. That stuff will get you out of any funk. After that came crispy pieces of heaven (latkes) followed by the reason I'm writing this blog....
Brisket.
Ahhh.... let's say it again..
Brisket.
Out came a big platter of Grandma's broiled and sliced brisket. I'm not sure what she uses to season it, but whatever it is, I'd buy bottles of it. The brisket always has a nice and flavorful crust, and then a tender and juicy inside.
It was love at first bite, and we've been together ever since.
Below you will find my slow cooked sweet brisket. This is a mix of brisket and pot roast, and it doesn't disappoint. Please enjoy.
Seasoned on both sides |
Seared brisket, resting.. It's been a long day ;) |
Onions and garlic, mingling |
Brisket returned to pan, topped with chopped tomatoes and ketchup! |