A Brisket, A Tasket...

Bodhi is tired and full from all the brisket he ate tonight. His female guardian (heretofore known as "Lady") cooked a two-pound brisket for three hours at 325 degrees, bathed in a marinade of beer, garlic, chili sauce, ketchup, and brown sugar. Turned out much better than Bodhi thought it would. But then again, Bodhi eats cat poop every now and then, so he's not exactly an epicurean.