I do love me a slab of smoked meat.

Nothing better that a slab of smokey-flavored, self-basted, slow-cooked meat.

I could never survive as a vegan.

Nope.

But, I’m feeling vulnerable.

I’m feeling insecure, unsure, kind-of-like trying to fly with one wing.

My cooker-smoker has been ratcheted down on a flat-bed trailer and taken away for soldering & repair—————-such sadness.

I’d only let it go with a friend who I trust.

I trust this friend.

It’s in good, qualified hands……………….but, I miss my baby already.

 

 

My cooker-smoker can make cheap chicken into a fabulous delicacy.

 

And, I want it back.

I want it fixed & welded…………..and I want it back.

I know I’m being petulant——-super petulant…………………see, watch me stomp my foot.

……….Petulant……….

Smoking is an art-form.

So many woods to choose from………………………my choice quite often is oak……………..mostly because I’m pragmatic.

 

We have a lot of oak trees around us………………..oak works for me.

 

A couple years back, there was a lot of orange wood available, what with the “greening disease” devastation of the citrus industry here in Florida.

From what I understand the University of Florida is working to develop citrus plants that are resistant to the greening bacteria…………I sure do hope so.

Up north, I would guess hickory is a prevalent choice.

I learned in short order not to use pine wood…………..easy to come by…………….nasty flavor………………lots of residual, gummy resin.

In an earlier post I mentioned buying Galway Warrior’s semen with some of the money that my Mom & Dad left me after they passed.

And that’s what produced Braveheart (our Drum Horse Stallion) for us.

Well, I also bought this cooker-smoker with the same inheritance.

It’s road-worthy.

It’s welded onto an automobile chassis frame.

It has brake lights/fenders/& turn-signals.

*****In memoriam, I riveted a brass plaque with my Dad’s name on it onto one of the fenders.*****

Along with the fire-box and double-layer racks (both are long enough to hold half a pig), it has a turkey fryer and a huge cast iron skillet that are welded onto it.

Sitting by it in the smoke, while cooking, even keeps the mosquitoes at bay…

It’s a wonderful, cast iron kitchen on wheels.

Here’s to smoking.

The culinary art.

The delicious past time………

We got the meat!