This might have been better posted in the "Humor" forum, but I thought you experienced cooks might get a chuckle from my ignorance.
Two years ago this past fall I was doing some cleaning (throwing out the junk) on the old chicken house/storage facility before tearing it down, when I came across my dad's old smoker. It had been purchased but never used. I had the wonderful idea that I'd clean it up and use it to smoke a turkey for the upcoming Thanksgiving. The instructions had long since been turned into a nice warm house for a family of mice, so were completly useless to me. I gave this no real concern, because I was internet capable. HA! 4-5 different searches neted me the same thing...We'll be happy to sell you a cookbook, but there's nothing for free! Ok, this can't be that big of a deal, I'm not unintelligent, and man has been smoking his food for a million years, this can't be that hard.
However, having always been a skeptic, we bought TWO turkeys that year, that way if things don't work just right, the parents, kids and grandkids can still have thanksgiving dinner if we go ahead and bake one the traditional way.
Ok, the plackard on the smoker says it is a "charcoal and water" smoker, I peek inside, and find two racks and a pan. This is simple! Top rack, turkey, lower rack, hummm, ok I got it! Pan of water!! Adds steam, prevents fats from dripping on the flame and causing flare-ups, and keeps heat indirect so that it's not grilled. See, I told you this was simple!! Ok! Lets, see, at 400 degrees, it takes 20 minutes a pound so for a 15lb turkey thats 5 hours, ok, at 180-200 it should take a little more than twice that, I'll give myself 12 hours, and expect it to take a little less.
Early the morning before Thanksgiving, I get my charcoal going, water in an old dutch oven and the turkey on the rack. I start waiting for the thermometer to start rising to the "ideal" setting. I wait some more. After two hours and a bag of charcoal, the hood is still cold!
I will NOT be out done by something this simple!!! I grab the chainsaw and ax and head for the oak and hickory trees that had blown over in a storm the previous spring, cut and split a BIG box of pieces 6-8 inches long. I get back and pull out the pan of stupid charcoal that won't get hot and start a REAL fire, let it burn down to coals and put the pan back in the smoker, and sure enough, here comes the heat and smoke. Hot dang, we're in business now!!
I spent the day with my box of wood, waterhose, sixpack and an unread copy of field and stream. Could life get any better than this!!?? I smoked and stoked till about 10pm, and I just couldn't take it any more, I had to peak, it should be almost done, if not completely.
Even by the dim yellow bug light on the carport, I could see that this bird was blacker than a coalminers' butt traped in shaft number four!!! Huh!? I had been really careful with that thermometer!!!! It NEVER went higher than a short climb into the "hot" after I added wood and the waterhose insured that those excursions were brief! A wet finger on the bird to the tip of my tongue- YUCK!!
BITTER!!!!
CREOSOTE!!!!!
DEB!!!!!!! Get the other turkey cooking!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, that was my arogant experience with smoking turkeys.
Early Thanksgiving day I'm cleaning up my mess on the carport and on my way to see if the dogs will even eat this bird, it sliped, I caught it (saved that greasy mess!). When I caught it, I broke the skin.
HEY!!
Wait a minute!!
Shades of rosey red and pink under that charred mess!
I sat my turkey down and pinched a piece of that rosey meat. THANK YOU LORD! You've blessed me already this day! I had never tasted anything as good before!!!
Apparantly, neither had the rest of my family, it was the first time we had ever completly cleaned a bird at one meal. We had to break out the reserve bird for dinner. Talk about leftovers! The baked bird was barely touched! (and Deb had done a good job with it!)
Have "burned" four more since and they were just as good but now I guess it's time to learn how to do it correctly.
So, any of you know how it's suppose to be done, I'm ready to learn.
Butler Ford