It’s hot as the blazes, dickens and Hades down here. We’re talking 105, 106, 109… (Celsius people — just think a few degrees cooler than the surface of Mercury.) We sweat just looking outside, never mind stepping into the inferno. As we write this, it’s not even July. Katherine uttered a spontaneous “Have Mercy” when she left her office building the other day. That’s what Southern summers do to you: Make you talk funny. It’s only a few steps from our air-conditioned kitchen to the flames of our smoker and there’s a ceiling fan on the back porch to provide some mild relief. Grilling out down here in the summer can border on torture. Smoking for hours on end, well that’s just insane.
Call us crazy, because this is our ideal meal for the Fourth:
Coleslaw (with less mayo of course)
And for dessert, something a bit cooler perhaps….
And to keep hydrated doing all that smoking:
Unless we finally succumb to the heat, we’ll be back tomorrow with a new recipe. It’s going to be a long summer. Have mercy on our electric bill.