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Why does nobody talk about the smoke ring stall on brisket? | BBQ Pitmasters - Vivisector

Why does nobody talk about the smoke ring stall on brisket?

I was smoking a 14 pound packer brisket for a competition in Austin last month, and I hit a wall I never expected. The bark set perfectly, the temp was climbing steady, and then it just stopped at 175 internal for over four hours. I checked my fire, my probes, everything. Turns out, I had wrapped it in butcher paper a bit too early, right when the fat was really rendering, and it created this weird steam pocket that halted the cook. I had to unwrap it, let it vent for 45 minutes, and then re-wrap it looser. The whole thing added nearly five hours to my cook time and I almost missed turn-in. Has anyone else had a stall that wasn't about the meat temp but about the wrap timing?

4 comments

4 Comments

patriciarivera6mo ago

Ah, the classic wrap-induced steam bath. I've done that, turned my brisket into a personal sauna. It's a special kind of panic when your cooker is fine but your dinner is just taking a hot, soggy nap.

joel_chen316mo ago

Man, that soggy nap is the worst. I've started poking a few tiny holes in the top of my wrap with a skewer, just enough to let some steam out without losing all the heat. It's like giving the brisket a little breathing room while it rests. Makes a huge difference between juicy and just plain wet.

derek_lee6mo ago

Personal sauna" is the perfect way to put it. I've definitely served brisket that felt less like dinner and more like a spa treatment. Your skewer trick is smart, though. I usually just unwrap it and accept my fate as the person who made pot roast with extra steps.

smith.elliot4mo ago

Pulled a brisket off the smoker once that looked perfect, bark was gorgeous, everything. Wrapped it up tight in foil, set it in the cooler for a rest. Opened it up an hour later and it looked like a science experiment gone wrong. The bark had completely steamed off and I had a pale, grayish lump swimming in liquid that looked like dirty dishwater. Ended up shredding the whole thing, dumping it in a pan with some sauce, and calling it "pulled brisket sliders" so people wouldn't ask questions. Nobody complained but I knew the truth. That brisket went to its grave as a lie.