Smoked chicken is one of my favorite foods to cook and to eat. I love taking off the skin that we don’t eat and boiling it to make broth for cooking beans. I’ll put the broth in the fridge overnight so the fat rises to the top and hardens, then scrape it off and discard it and have left the smokey broth. I do the same with the bones – boil them and save that broth. I don’t like an overpowering smoke flavor to my gumbo but a little bit of smoked broth enhances the flavor of gumbo, in my opinion . . especially since I can’t get good cajun smoked sausage here.
Once the chicken was defrosted from the freezer, I rubbed it with olive oil, seasoned it and stuck it in a plastic bag til time to put it on the smoker.
I stuck it in the smoker for about 3-1/2 hours at 225 degrees and this is what we got:
We had baked beans that I had canned a couple of weeks ago and potato salad. We also had cranberry mustard with the meat instead of BBQ sauce.
A few minutes ago I remembered that I had not unplugged the smoker from where I had to plug it in inside the garage. When the house was inspected, the outside wall plug near where we use the smoker wasn’t working so Jeremy replaced it. When I tried to use the smoker, that plug wasn’t working so Vince replaced it when he got here full time. I think it’s in an area where, no matter what cover we’ve put over it, it still gets wet and the sun doesn’t shine there much so the GF thing goes nuts and stops working. How’s that for electrical terminology? All I know is that every other time I need it, it doesn’t work. Today I ran an extension cord into the garage and just now realized it was probably still plugged in.
We had this conversation:
Me: Did you unplug the extension cord from the wall in the garage?
Me: You opened the garage door and unplugged the smoker from the wall?
Vince: I unplugged the smoker so it’s unplugged from the wall but it’s still plugged into the wall.
OK. He means he unplugged the smoker cord from the extension cord so the end of the extension cord that was plugged into the smoker is unplugged but the end that goes into the wall plug in the garage is still plugged in.
I don’t think I understand that line of thinking so I’ll go out to the garage and unplug the smoker from the wall. And this is how we have so much trouble communicating. Is it me? Is it him? Is it a combination of a little of both of us? I don’t know but I find myself saying what I think I mean, then second guessing myself to try to figure out if what Vince hears/interprets is what I meant and if what I hear is what he meant because lately . . just saying the words doesn’t seem to be enough!