My co-workers have repeatedly asked me to bring in some of my barbecue. So when my plans to cook and bring a dry aged Wagyu brisket over to a friend’s house fell through (gotta love being on-call), my work colleagues became the beneficiaries. The brisket was dry aged for 50 days using the dry bag steak method:
This is the second post I’ve made about dry aged Wagyu brisket. Since the first one contains detailed shots of the flat, I’m not going to focus on that cut in this post. This is the part of the brisket I was most concerned with–the point:
I’ve never made burnt ends and thought what better product to use for the first try than a 50 day dry aged Wagyu brisket. I began trimming:
I went with a combo of apple and cherry for this cook, with a chunk of mesquite. I don’t remember how long into the cook this was, but things were shaping up fairly nicely. The point was positioned on top of the flat, basting the flat with its wonderful fat and juices:
I didn’t keep tabs on the temp of the point, opting instead to just check for tenderness. When a probe went through it like a hot knife through warm butter, I knew it was ready to start its journey into becoming meat candy:
The next day I decided to give the ends from the point a third round of saucing and smoking on the Egg (not pictured). In addition, the crispy ends from all sides of the flat were cut off and cubed for more burnt ends:
My co-workers were going to supply the odds and ends for the rest of the meal, but I realized I needed more protein to feed the masses. As they love their pork ribs, I picked up four racks of spares. To my surprise, I discovered Safeway was committing a grievous atrocity:
This is sacrilege! Safeway telling the American public to boil ribs! What the…. No, no, no! Their marketing team should be flogged and fired, and in that order. Anyway, I trimmed up the ribs St. Louis style, seasoned them with Dizzy Dust, and onto the egg they went (along with the rib tips):
My co-workers were very happy, with the burnt ends being the prized favorite. I must admit, I put my foot in those bad boys. The burnt ends from the flat were your typical meat candy–crispy, chewy, saucy nuggets of deeply flavorful dry aged beef. But the ends from the point were ethereal. Fatty, luscious, sinful. One guys eyes appeared as though he was falling into a blissful trance with each bite, while another colleague let out a half-moan/half-chuckle with his initial taste.
The happy co-workers:
He’s prepping for another plateful (also offering to donate to the “BBQ fund, so that I can continue supplying the BBQ):
My team had a series of meetings to attend after this meal. We were all struggling to stay awake. Ah, good times and good eats.