13 July 2012

Where there's smoke...

Caught in the act.

I married a smoker.  
I know, I know...but really, I had no idea. 
Well, OK...maybe I just chose to live in a state of denial.  What was I thinking?

Looking back, I realize that all the signs were right there: the smoky smell, the sneaking off to the backyard, the glazed over eyes, the after-dinner need to take a solitary drive to Lowe’s, the lighters...how could I have been so blind?  I knew the truth deep down, but I guess I just wasn’t ready to accept it.


Smoking in the backyard.

That all changed a few nights ago.  I awoke in the middle of the night to notice my husband missing from bed.  Alarmed by his disappearance, I walked to the top of the stairs and nervously whispered, “Honneeey?”. 

As I anxiously peeked my head around the corner, I heard quiet murmuring, and I could barely make out the shadow of my husband surrounded by a faint, orange glow.

Chicken and ribs

My blissful ignorance was destroyed as I recognized the muffled voice: it was the unmistakable Southern drawl of Myron Mixon telling a BBQ Pitmasters contestant to take his “happy ass” home. 

I should have known.  The gig is up.

Potato salad, cole slaw, chicken, and ribs

The Secret Smoker’s Dry Rub

Paprika
Chili powder
Kosher Salt
Pepper
Cinnamon (the tiniest of tiny dashes)
Brown sugar
Garlic powder

Mix all ingredients to taste.   Dry mustard and cayenne may be added for a spicier flavor.  Rub on meat and chicken before smoking or grilling. 

Smoking is popular with all types. 


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