Holly rolled and smoked a fatty!

That’s right, I did. My first, in fact. It is my firm belief, after the fact, that everyone should experience a fatty at SOME point in their life. A good smoked fatty is a thing to light up the senses.

Wait, what?

OK, my PR folks have informed me that I should clarify I am NOT talking about pot. I’m talking about food that involves an lot of sausage, basket-woven strips of bacon, and whatever stuffing you want.

Behold, the fatty!

That’s right… I got a smoker. I fondly remember dad smoking turkeys and brisket growing up, on his home-made brick smoker, and have wanted to carry that tradition on myself for quite some time.

Dad’s smoker

My brother Todd would grill for gatherings at his house, so I figured it was my turn, as well, once we became homeowners. So, once Joey got the patio built, I went on the hunt, and came home with an 18.5″ Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker!

I put it through the ropes over the next week or so, and smoked a breakfast fatty (scrambled eggs, potatos, red & green bell peppers with cheddar cheese inside sausage, rolled up and encased in a weave of bacon), a pork butt and two rootbeer-can butt chickens.

Success so far! Next up is a rack of ribs and then a brisket. Anyone want to come out for smoked Thanksgiving turkey? We’ll be serving it 🙂

Smoked breakfast fatty

Smoked pork butt

Rootbeer butt chicken