In an attempt to be a better boss, I offered to bring in the turkey for our office Thanksgiving lunch pot luck. For years my husband always smoked a turkey for our Thanksgiving dinner so this year I offered him to smoke a turkey for our office lunch. Except he didn’t want to. So this task fell upon me; the person who has cooked one (1) turkey her entire life. But I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. I thought that meant I would put the fat ass turkey into the smoker, add the charcoal and go to bed.
Noooooooo. It means I put the fat ass turkey in the smoker and then go outside every hour on the hour all night long to add charcoal and hickory sticks. And about the whole “hickory” thing. See, you can’t just take hickory sticks and add it to the charcoal. You have to soak them for at least one hour in water, and then take them out of the water to let the water drip off so it doesn’t put out the charcoal AND THEN place them in the smoker. And do this every 4-5 hours as needed. I mean, this process started at 11:30 pm and went on until 10 am the next morning. Did I mention that we had a %$#@! storm around midnight? So, there I am, outside in the wind, rain and thunder adding charcoal and asking myself why in the hell did I offer to do this?
This is what I learned: 1) Next year I am DEFINITELY ordering an already cooked turkey from Kroger, 2) I appreciate my husband smoking our holiday turkey a lot more, and 3) this is just way too much of a food commitment to expect from me.