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It Takes a Village to Braise a Brisket

MTG,

When I was growing up, brisket was always a mystery to me. It emerged in all of its tender glory once a year on Passover, when my mom would plunk down a heavy floral-patterned platter piled high with semi-dry slices of brown meat. My six siblings and I would proceed to dig in after our gefilte fish (another beloved dish), before our kosher apple cake. Our Seders have always been filled with traditions: Think finger puppets...