You could be reading this while contemplating what will make up your Easter Sunday dinner. Some people seem to think there is no “ Christmas “ in Florida. The reason, no snow. Of course we in Florida know we do Christmas better. Then there is Easter. We do that better too. Along with all my smoking’ mullet buddies. Used to be a roasted baby lamb was the center piece of our traditional table. How I loved the smell of garlic and parsley and other herbs that denoted the fierce flavorings of southern European cooking.
Can you beat it? Not likely.
Not anymore baby,cause I discovered a “smoking BBQ” Easter which I have been partaking and creating along with my smoked mullet friends down here along the bayou. We been doing this for the past 20 years down here in paradise. My dear friends up north I can tell you this. The only thing we don’t pull and smoke and bbq is the potato salad. We got ourselves some alligator tail , armadillo , pork butt, pulled and sauced. You can’t have Easter with out eggs. We smoke them too. Ever have smoked asparagus. You got it, we smoke them too. Being a classy group my smoked mullet crew call them asparagi. We eliminated possum cause we don’t want people to get the wrong idea. After all I can I explain that to the bbq guys in Queens. Truly a marked change from baby lamb to smoked and rubbed brisket as the center piece of our Easter celebration. Don’t know how you folks feel about it. I can tell you how I feel about it as soon as I take my next taste of simply superb tasting bbq that we smoked right here on the shores of the deep southern part of the country. After taking a well deserved snooze from all that hard lemonade. It’s everybody in the pool.
The last one in has to clean the smoke shifter and clean the sky hooks. What ever those are…
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