neonleonb

Last Saturday, Alex and I smoked two ducks. (Yes, we needed giant rolling papers, ha ha.) They were a lot of work, though thankfully Alex did a lot of that before I even got there. (See: purchasing, defrosting, brining, acquiring smoker.) See, this is how lazy I was:



They ended up quite tasty, and I consider it a success. It was definitely tastier than the duck I roasted in my oven at home. However, one thing I learned was that when I get a smoker, it'll be an electric one with a thermostat, not a finicky charcoal-fired one. Still, how can you argue with this?



Oh, and in the future, I plan to try to avoid pouring flaming coals while barefoot. There weren't any major tragedies, but stepping on even the tiniest ember is surprisingly painful.