pardon me while I gloat:
I had this great serving plan with buns, white bread and a couple sauces...
The brisket never made it out of the prep area. If you weren't in the kitchen, you didn't get any. As soon as I dumped the sauce on top, people attacked it with their fingers.
When the pork was pulled it also fell prey to eager fingers. Pulled pork sammiches? Nope. The hostess grabbed the near empty tray and took it to serving table. The buns and white bread sat unopened.
No pics, by the time I cleaned up and grabbed a beer there wasn't enough of the slow cooked manna left for a photo.