Carly

i make this for rosh hashanah. got the recipe from a sefardi recipe facebook group. ashamed to say I apparently didn't note down who shared it.

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Silan and Pomegranate Slow Roasted Brisket

1 3.5 - 4 lb brisket

1 cup silan (date syrup)

1/2 cup honey mustard or dijon mustard

6 cloves minced garlic

1/4 cup pomegranate juice

1/2 tsp chili powder (optional)

1 tsp salt

1/2 tsp black pepper

1 tbsp chicken bouillon powder

1/4 cup chicken stock or 1 tbsp chicken bouillon porter dissolved in 1/4 cup water

2 onions, thinly sliced

1 tbsp olive oil

In a plastic bag, add silan, mustard, garlic, pomegranate juice, chili powder, salt, black pepper, and 1 tbsp chicken bouillon powder. Mix around in bag so that it’s combined. Then add brisket to the marinade and remove air and seal. Marinate for at least 2 hours or overnight.

Then, In a big flat pot or skillet, heat the olive oil. Then add the thinly sliced onions and cook until translucent. Then remove half of the onions and set aside into a Pyrex dish that has been sprayed with oil.

Add the brisket to the pot, and reserve the bag with the marinade. Cook brisket with remaining onions for 5 mins on each side, until a slight crust forms. Then remove brisket from pot and place into Pyrex dish.

Add onions from the pot on top so that you have half the onions below the brisket and half on top. Pour remaining marinade over brisket and onions along with 1/4 cup chicken stock. Cover tightly with foil and place in oven on 325 Fahrenheit for 3 hours. Remove and let cool completely either for one hour or overnight before slicing against the grain. Enjoy!

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my notes:

i like to add shredded cabbage and roughly chopped carrots to the onions underneath the brisket. great if you like soft cooked vegetables soaked in the marinade flavors. might need to add some extra liquid so those vegetables cook. you could probably use other vegetables if you're a freak.

i usually use a closer to a 2 lb cut so i roughly halve the recipe and it works well. makes great leftovers too.

lots of side dishes would go great with this but i recommend parboiled rice cooked with chicken bouillon, with added dried cranberries and slivered almonds.

not to over hype it but this is the best thing i eat all year. i refuse to cook it any other time even though it's extremely easy because i want it to stay special.

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1) the amount of time that went into considering this approach, which is a resounding 0.00 seconds

2) the baby's screm - yes it's sad bc the poor lil guy is scared but the way his yells for momma hitch with the guy's running have me lmao ngl

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4) the victory skips and turban twirling.

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I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

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So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

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