Split in
half and rubbed with a mixture of salt, brown sugar, onion powder, chili
powder, paprika, garlic powder, and black pepper, I let this chicken languish in
the refrigerator for three days, growing ever more eager for the warmth of the
smoker.
Four hours
over Apple wood did the trick. The flesh of a common foul, elevated to culinary
greatness, food fit for a king…or maybe just for a guy having a beer on the
back deck, watching a lone Osprey make futile dives at elusive shapes only
inches under the surface of the lake below, while Chicca locks her radar onto
that damn squirrel flicking its tail and giving her the raspberries from ten
feet up the big Oak... acting like he owns the place…
Next level chicken...proof of life.
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