I Just Killed a Hobo with a Hammer

Don’t worry, no wizened rail-riders full of life lessons were killed in the making of this post, so don’t go tattling to the authorities like a squealer.  But I DO have a secret to share.

An Obligatory Photo of the North Carolina Barbeque I Just Ate

Smoke-a-Thon V: The Year of the Brisket

It was a good year.

Smoke-a-Thon V: It Begins

Everything smells like meat.

Mostly Wordless Weekend: BBQ Festival

A fine way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Smoke-a-Thon IV: Chicken

Phase 3: Chicken thighs. Second only to the pulled pork, because: smoked chicken skin. Get in me, smoked chicken skin.

Smoke-a-Thon IV: Butts

Phase II: My personal favorite, pork butt. Not that I eat any of it, I’ve already absorbed several pounds through my skin. But still. My favorite.