lean, lean, lean meat. The very name "fatty brisket" was a major obstacle to her ever trying it — the name convinced her she wouldn't like it and it would be disgusting.
But I took her to a great BBQ place in Phoenix (Little Miss BBQ) and convinced her to try the fatty brisket. She LOVED it.
She is now a fat evangelist. When I smoke a brisket like I did this past weekend, she makes it her mission to convince any other fat deniers that the fatty brisket is the only way to go. When I cook for a large group, we now serve the sliced flat to all the kids and those who don't know the difference, and keep the sliced fatty point in the kitchen for those of us who can truly appreciate it. Its like our own private reserve 😉