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December 13, 2010

That’s right.  Brisket party.  Let’s get it awn!

Crockpot.  It’s like a tiny witches cauldron of magickal foodery.

Put stuff in, say some mumbo jumbos, wait a while.  FOOD!

You know it’s magick ’cause you didn’t do nothin’.

Let us review:

This is how it begins. Red onion and parsnips offer themselves up for sacrifice.

After the ritual cutting, the stuff is pot-bound

There is always garlic. It wards off things and whatnot.

Dry stuff gets rubbed on the brisket until it falls asleep


Wet stuff goes into the magickal pot in honor of Ochun

All ready to go, with dried apricots - the true golden apples.


Big ass couscous will not go in the pot


After you spent all day contemplating, you are rewarded with earthly delights


Swimming decadently in their own juices

2 Comments leave one →
  1. December 13, 2010 6:48 PM

    It’s doing the brisket stroke. That’s admirable.

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