I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
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.
Everything smells like meat.
A fine way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Phase 3: Chicken thighs. Second only to the pulled pork, because: smoked chicken skin. Get in me, smoked chicken skin.
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.