Thanksgiving up in Sconnie
Why wouldn't you head here, if asked for smoked turkey and a nice weekend of hanging out?
We smoke some extra thighs, because She-Who-Will-Be-Obeyed requested it. Here's Chef no-Tell and his magic container of alder blocks. Six hours of careful temperature watching after brining, drying (resting) and then applying low, smokey heat. It got to the point where I was walking through the smoke stream on purpose, on the inhale.
It's the last weekend of deer hunting season, so we have to take certain precautions. But she looks pretty awesome in blaze orange, doesn't she?
Let's have that profile, darling, be the camera...
After a while, we had to put her down for her nap...obviously, it's tough to be a super model in the senior set.
posted by woodlandcreature at 11:45 AM
2 Comments:
Midwestern fashion at its best; Martha Stewart, eat your heart out!
Other than the lack of snow, it is beautiful! And it looks delicious, much better than being holed up in the kitchen for hours with the bird. "and holiness holds forth in time, a husk of many colors spreading at dawn (okay, we'll edit that to "dusk") fast over the mountains (and we'll edit that to "waters") split." From this mountain table to you, bon apetit.
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