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Old Smokey

 
One of these days I’m going to have to write a full post about my beloved smoker. Two years ago I mentioned to the Impish Husband that I wanted to try some jerky. But I wanted my first jerky experience to be a good one. Some kind of artisanal, all natural kind made from grass fed beef. The Impish Husband had fond memories of a venison jerky an old family friend had made in the past and he felt very strongly that the only way I was going to experience the best jerky had to offer was to make my own. The first batch of jerky was made with a smoker we borrowed from that family friend. It was amazing. Transcendent even. For my birthday that year my in-laws got me my own smoker. We’ve made jerky and turkey, several hams and some of the tastiest ribs I’ve ever had. It’s been a whirlwind of a romance with my smoker and I’m still as in love as on the first day I unwrapped it.
 

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