Ginny makes the world's best brisket. She cooks it long and slow in the oven and it turns out fork tender and very delicious. Now one of the good things about a long slow cook is that it fills the house with a most pleasant aroma that lingers for hours. As an inhabitant of the house for that period of time I become very excited about the prospect of digging into the brisket and enjoying a very satisfying feast.

Well, the train got derailed yesterday when Ginny cooked the brisket. I spent ten hours sitting in the kitchen teaching kids math and science. All the while there was the aroma of brisket in the air. Ten hours of enticing aroma gets your mind pretty well fixated on the soon to be had feast. I was really looking forward to digging in when the last student left at 11pm. SO I asked Ginny if we should dig into it and she said "No, its for tomorrow." WHAT?!? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING! I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR 10 HOURS IN ANTICIPATION OF EATING SOME BRISKET! She was serious, it was for tomorrow, which is today by the way. So now she is slicing it and we are about to pop some in the nuker to warm it up. This was the culinary equivalent of "Not now, I have a headache."