Smoke On The Turkey

Good Morning.  It’s 8:27am and the turkey has been smoking for a half-hour, only six more hours to go.  The day began with apple wood and pecans.

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After a few sips of coffee, I decided to exchange water for beer, so four bottles of St. Arnold Christmas Ale were poured.

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What a foamy bowl of cheer.

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Well, now it’s time to start a fire.

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Time for Johnny Cash.

The fire subsides and wood turns a precious black and white.

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I believe it’s turkey time.

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After coffee, nothing welcomes the morning and smoke more than Texas whiskey.

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So I sit down and watch the smoker . . . smoke.

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Adán Medrano in his post on smoking a turkey, cites evidence of turkey remains near Coba, Mexico dating from 100–BCE-100CE, meaning dining upon this delectable bird predates black-clad Puritans descending on a rock in New England.  A man and his turkey, much like a man and his whiskey. Did those Americans smoke, roast, grill their bird?  Why yes, they cured and smoked meat, so my sitting in a backyard near the Gulf Coast while listening to workers at a nearby house-construction play Tejano is nothing more than the repetition of this scene playing over thousands of years–a man, his smoke, his bird, his whiskey and his Tejano.  Happy Thanksgiving!

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