A life story: My mother

Her brisket. The best-ever.

When my mother, Anne White, died in 1994, I wrote a eulogy for her funeral service. Not a standard eulogy, to be sure, but one that was still heartfelt and that captured her 74 years of life.

I praised my mother for the gifts she gave to me, and mentioned some peevish flaws to put balance, and real feeling, into her life story.

And even though I can’t put my hands on the speech I gave that day, I will never forget my concluding words, not even now, 16 years later:

“But the thing about my mother, which I will miss the most, is her brisket, which she always served with buttery rich ‘smashed’ potatoes.”

My mother’s brisket, or pot roast, which wasn’t fancy and which wasn’t epicurean, was just plain old-fashioned, flavorful, second-helping, good.

Even now, as I write this, I salivate, thinking about a plate of her thinly sliced brisket. Damn it was fine!

In honor of Mother’s Day this month, I am sharing my mom’s tried-and-true Brisket Recipe. Raise a glass of any red you like (I’m partial to 10-year-old Chateauneuf-du-Pape) – here’s to moms and brisket, both of which make life a better place to visit.

Anne White’s Best-Ever Braised Beef Brisket Recipe

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