Where There's Smoke, There's Turkey
For dinner yesterday, we had a smoked turkey. It was much nicer that the store-bought lunch-meat stuff I've bought before. It wasn't hard to do, but it did take a little bit of planning.
First, buy a turkey. I waited too long to get a frozen one, so I got a fresh bird. The day mefore cooking, I made a brining mixture in a large plastic bag (water, kosher salt, demerara sugar and some dried herbs) and had the whole arrangement sit in the fridge overnight.
Early in the morning, drain the turkey and have Helpful Neighbor put it in his ginormous smoker.
In eight hours, you will be rewarded with a beautiful golden bird. Much nicer, in my opinion than a weinie roast.
And, as long as I'm chattering about food, Dr. Andrew Weil posted this info on his vitamin-shilling website to which I subscribe. It's probably true:
For years, scientists on both sides of the Atlantic have been trying to unravel the "French paradox" - the finding that despite a high-fat diet, the French appear to have a lower rate of heart attacks (as well as a lower rate of obesity) than other Western countries, particularly the United States. While no definite explanations are available, it may have a great deal to do with how the French approach eating:
- Their portions are smaller
- They eat only at mealtimes, snacking is frowned upon
- They eat a wide variety of food
- They don't skip meals
- They enjoy their food, emphasizing dishes made from quality ingredients that are fresh and locally grown
- They stick to internal cues - primarily, no longer feeling hungry - to stop eating
- They tend to eat meals with family and friends, making eating a pleasurable experience and not something to “fit into” a schedule or feel guilty about.
P.S. I was lucky enough to spend a few days in Paris about five years ago. Make no mistake, those people are getting pudgy, according to what I observed in the Metro.








