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The Smoking Jacket

afterfocus_1356992921119_edit0No, I do not speak of the kind of smoking jacket you’re probably thinking of. The purple-velvet sort worn by gentlemen of high leisure, who own a humidor, and pace about in front of their fireplace with a pipe in hand, attempting to look thoughtful. No, the jacket I speak of is more humble than that, but equally as enchanting. And if you tend the grill year-around, and live in the colder places, you probably have one too. Indeed, it is the jacket we dawn most when favoring our spoils over a beautiful bed of coals, pit-side, amid the rising wood smoke. It is our smoking jacket, and it is well with our souls.

My go to grilling jacket is a thick, red and black, checkered affair, and made entirely of wool. It has just enough pockets to hold the various spices allotted for the cook, a book of matches, and a couple of cold hands. But what it holds best, is smoke. Something about the woolen fibers which absorb and record a tapestry of cooks in the out-of-doors. Grill-side gems I am reminded of every time I slip into its heavy sleeves, and I smell the aromas patron to the good life, and the memories procured there. It all tarries quietly in the smoke.

Memories of a thousand and one heady cook outs, on crisp, autumn days and frigid, starry nights. Of blizzards, and Christmas hams. And tho I never wear it in the warmer months, it even reminds me gently of Memorial Day cook-outs, and long Fourth of July smokes, beneath a balmy sun. Oh yes, if smell is linked with memories, and science has proven this to be so, then a smoking jacket proper beholds a lifetime supply of them.  A cornucopia of moments, doing something we love, preserved in smoke.  And tho I may not have the fanciest smoker, or the biggest grill, nor the covetous meat budget of some other guys, even so, every time I put on the smoking jacket,  and smell the gloried past upon it, I know that I am favored, and a considerably a rich man. Amen.

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15 responses

  1. A rich man indeed, I need to get me a smoking jacket, always end up catching a cold when I cook outdoors in the winter new season.
    cheers
    Marcus

    January 3, 2013 at 9:17 pm

    • G’day Marcus. Yes, by all means, acquire yourself a good and proper smoking jacket, less you come down with the sniffles time and again. What are you doing grilling out in the winter folds without one anyways? Kind of like a smoker, the jacket also becomes rendered with as many cooks. Seasoned with smoke, kindling forth many memories doing that which we love. And making and preserving memories, well, that’s kind of what it’s all about.

      Take care,
      POTP

      January 3, 2013 at 11:31 pm

  2. Smart man. I love to cook. just started to try smoking stuff. Any pointers?

    January 3, 2013 at 11:08 pm

    • Ah welcome to the smoke club, and to this blog. There are two common errors when getting into smoking meats that you would do well to avoid. One is over-smoking. If you see that your smoker or grill is puffing away like a choo choo train, that means you have too much smoke, and if kept up for long periods of time, your meat can become bitter to the taste. So, start out by going light on the smoke wood. It doesn’t take much to get a good smokey taste.

      The second most common mistake in smoking is haste. Often times we rush our meats, when in point of fact, they need more time on the grill. More of that favorable low and slow spa treatment if you will. There is an old BBQ mantra that says, “It’s done when it’s done” And as you delve into the hobby, you will find that to be true. Many a rack of ribs have been ruined in haste, as hungry teeth bite into it too soon. So take your time, and don’t be in a rush for your supper. It’s done when it’s done. Pour yourself a lovely beverage, and repair pit-side, and let the world spin with out you for while. It is an agreeable respite.

      Take Care,
      -POTP

      January 3, 2013 at 11:45 pm

  3. I know what you mean…. I have a Big Green jacket to go with the Eggs and all my past cooks just permeate it. It’s ugly as hell but I love that jacket 🙂

    January 4, 2013 at 4:28 am

    • Ah that’s funny. Never known a man to dress to match his smoker before, now that is bringing your game to the next level! Ugly maybe, but perfection pit side.

      January 4, 2013 at 4:51 am

      • It’s always important to coordinate! Camping Queen says so. I’m absolutely loving you guys. We just processed at least 100 pounds of wild pork last night. The art that you guys create on the pit, I create in cast iron. All wild game, venison, elk, wild pork, pheasant. I look forward to following ya’ll. The Deerslayer’s Wife is from South Texas in case you couldn’t tell!

        January 4, 2013 at 2:09 pm

      • Thank you very much for that!
        Cast iron is a fine medium for culinary excellence. If your going to cook indoors, then that’s the way to do it.
        Take care down there!
        -POTP

        January 4, 2013 at 2:36 pm

  4. Omg, I thought my husband was the only person that insists on having a hideous smelly flannel jacket for this purpose….project this weekend entailed making and smoking pork belly all day to create homemade bacon….you guys would love each other

    January 27, 2013 at 9:13 pm

    • That’s funny! We already like your husband judging from this story! You gotta like any man who smokes a pork belly all day. For the love of bacon, we are kindred!

      January 28, 2013 at 10:05 am

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  8. I love this. No finer perfume on earth than the smoke of a long session pitside.

    March 1, 2017 at 8:37 am

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