I smoked a chicken recently. Spatchcocked it, applied Simon & Garfunkel rub, into the smoker, and finished on the grill to crisp the skin up.
It was marvellous, as was the smoked potato salad and grilled asparagus.

It’s the Labour Day long weekend here and I smoked a whole chicken. It was a big bird, a little over 8 pounds (3.5 kilos). I butterflied the bird, used a dry rub, went light on the smoke. It turned out not too bad.
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A recent dinner: Smoked pork tenderloin, smoked mashed potatoes, scarlet runner beans from the garden with red pepper grilled in a foil packet, and picked-that-day grilled corn slathered with a mayonnaise and sriracha sauce aioli.
It was as good as it looks.


I had the idea to smoke a beef brisket this weekend. So I ordered one up from our local meat packer, which buys its fresh meat from sources within a 100 mile radius. Opened the package yesterday and discovered that it will not all fit in the smoker. Here you see 1/2 of it, about five lbs. Rinsed and patted dry, a little salt and pepper sprinkled on it, coming up to room temperature. Now, off to start the smoker.