Brisket

To balance out my obsession with Salak, I’m terribly missing my mom’s brisket. Perhaps it is because healthy looking cows live about 10M from my room. They are most vocal when I use the shower, and in bed just before I fall asleep. Or rather, correction, I notice them when my head is still and I’m hungry, they’re probably not louder during those moments. I’m happy that my house is surrounded by cow pasture instead of rice fields, given that mosquitoes lay their eggs in the still water of the flooded rice paddies, but I need to break the association between the moooo and the craving for tender brisket!