I know, I’ve said it a thousand times before — I am so much like my dad – I LOVE MEAT. There, I’ve said it and I am not ashamed. I love meat. Upon returning from the retreat weekend on Sunday, David had mentioned to me that Season (who’s like a member of the fam) and her Dad had gone to Nathan’s soccer game on Saturday. Evidently her Dad (Mark) had also brought along one of his great, famous briskets. He usually smokes at least a couple per week. Well, David mentioned how juicy and tender and good it was that day and I have been reheating it and picking off of it every day since then. It is STILL SO yummy and juicy!

Some of my best friends, ironically including Season, don’t eat meat. I think that’s why her dad brings the meat to us…he knows if it’s in his house, he’ll be the only one eating it! To be honest, I’ve never even tried that route. Don’t wanna try it either. I have embraced my carnivorous-ness and I couldn’t be happier.

Maybe he’ll show up this Saturday to Nathan’s game with a freshly smoked brisket again??! Well, if he does, I know it won’t go to waste!