In response to my serving anything I’ve smoked: “Oh, you have a smoker? What kind do you have?”. I then answer, knowing the answer will create an assumption of half-assedness. “I use my BBQ”. End of conversation, typically. Despite my desire to reassure them it is not half-assed and actually does a fine job, I just let it go. I think people would prefer to hear that I have an elaborate and expensive professional unit of some kind. A back-yard trophy that can slice, dice, and increase my awesomeness.
The reality is that fire makes smoke, and so long as you have a place to put some fire, you’ve got a place to smoke some food. The only other ingredients are some ingenuity and can-do-attitude.
Shots of my outdoor smoking apparatus are here, here, here, and here. Today’s smoking: moose jerky. I found a really good recipe that I can get behind that gets devoured, and I may even post it…soon…maybe.