Smokin'

For years, Greg has been bugging me to let him get a smoker. He's had numerous barbecue grills, from low-rent jobbies to ultra modern and ultra expensive. Most have lived on the fringes, coming out only on special occasions like days when we lost the house during a hurricane. We had no choice but to cook outside.

I relented on the smoker when we found a particularly good price on one that looked heavy enough to withstand a zombie attack.


Let me say upfront that I'm not a big fan of smoked meats. To me, it was always heavy on the smoke which clouded the flavor of the meat, but Greg changed my mind.

So far, he's smoked chickens and a brisket. 

The juice is from the marinade he used.

Best. Food. Ever. 

I wish this blog had smell-o-vision so I could prove it.

The chicken was juicy and so flavorful that I ate more than my fair share. The brisket, by far my least favorite meat (as meats go), was absolutely delicious in sandwiches. I was hooked.

This year we will be smoking our first turkey.

I was wrong about smoked foods. (Yes, Greg. I said I was wrong. Don't get a big head over it.)

Done right, smoking the food imparts a unique flavor and is so juicy it melts in your mouth.

In front of the chicken are two baked potatoes wrapped in bacon.

Have you ever eaten smoked food right out of a smoker? Was that your reaction too?