Fire, wood, smoker and flesh equals Smoking Houston, and smoking I have done with and for family and friends while sitting in the backyard at 2408 Cortlandt. A favorite has been pork belly marinated in apple cider, brown sugar, honey, molasses and herbs seasonings.
Oh yes, and pork belly again. Pounds and pounds of pork belly.
At the other end from the pig’s head waits a tail that when smoked with many other tails becomes a crisp, fatty snack perfect to eat while watching anxiety-producing Liverpool football games. Paired with a good English Brown Ale of course.
Of course, Smoking Houston requires fire, lots of fire. I love fire. Striking the match, watching wood flame into orange and yellow. Fire as Heraclitus reminds us through lightning moves the world. Fire.
A ring of fire. Bon Appétit!