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George, what you have in your hand

is the exact step-by-step instructions

on how to make my brisket.

I have never written it down until tonight because...

I was afraid someone might steal it.

But I'm entrusting this to you,

and I hope that someday, when the time is right,

you will see fit to share it with one of your children.

Connie, I don't know what to say.

Don't call me Connie.

-Call me Mom. -(chuckles)

Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome, son.

Mmm.

♪

(quietly): What a dope.

♪ What I want, you've got

♪ And it might be hard to handle ♪

♪ But like the flame that burns the candle... ♪

ADULT SHELDON: The next morning, my dad embarked

on a doomed quest to make the perfect brisket.

Can I help you?

Matter of fact, you can.

♪ You pull them all together... ♪

I need 12 pounds of prime Angus with a medium deckle,

ideally slaughtered in the spring, no later than mid-June.

♪

♪ You make my dreams come true... ♪

ADULT SHELDON: For the spice rub,

Meemaw had him drive to New Orleans

to buy ground coffee from Café Du Monde,

and seven ounces of something called "holy ghost root"

from a voodoo woman named Madam Laveau.

♪ Yeah...

Could you grind my root for me?

♪

I-I'm-a... I'm-a rub it on brisket.

♪

ADULT SHELDON: Then back home, he applied the spice rub

with such erotic tenderness,

it made my mother a little jealous.

♪

♪ Well, you...

Finally, the cooking began.

♪ You make my dreams come true... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, I've been waiting for... ♪

14 hours of cooking.

And basting.

♪ You make my dreams come true... ♪

And spritzing.

♪ Me, you, me, you, me...

And tending to the fire.

♪ Oh, my, you make my dreams come true... ♪

Until it was finally time to let the meat rest.

♪ Waiting for, waiting for, waiting for ♪

-♪ You make my dreams... -Oh...

Rest, my darling.

Rest.

Mmm. This Café Du Monde coffee is very good.

They make it with chicory.

And what does it do to the brisket?

Oh, I have no idea.

Then...

why did you send George all the way to New Orleans?

Well, they don't sell this around here.

Mmm.

Here we go.

15 years and 14 hours later.

Best brisket in Texas.

GEORGE SR.: Connie, you evil bitch!

It's smoother than regular coffee.

That wasn't the recipe.

You looked me in the eye, and you lied to me.

Oh, Mom.

You broke into my home and tried to steal it.

Oh, George.

You told her we went over there?

(gasps) Oh, George Jr.

I didn't say nothing. I was cool.

I am loving this.

I don't want this woman in my house anymore.

-She is my mother. -She is the devil.

And what if the kids want to see her?

Fine.

Schedule it for when I'm not here.

Or when I'm dead.

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