This post is full of confessions:
1. I like to smoke things
2. I'm kind of lazy
3. I'm self-conscious of my non-Southern linage
4. I've been hanging onto this recipe for a while.
5. I like to make lists
I hadn't smoked a thing in my life until I moved to Georgia. The only smoked meat I'd eaten in the 22 years I lived before I migrated here consisted solely of smoked salmon. Once I landed in Atlanta, a veritable melting pot of smoked meat (because it doesn't "own" a particular style of BBQ as other regions do), I started eating a lot of barbecue. For my Northern friends and family, barbecue in the South doesn't just mean you just fire up the grill; Oh no, no - in the South barbecue means smoke and time.