![]() ![]() He had a smoker and some useful culinary experience. I started dropping hints about smoking this bad boy for Thanksgiving in August and by October my wife, Jenine, and daughter, Alison, had graciously decided to humor me and allow me to have at it. A seventeen pound beef brisket purchased on a whim at a local grocery store was just what my cabin-fevered imagination called for. But this year, suffering from the buttoned-down boredom of the pandemic, I craved a change. I looked it up and liked the idea of blaming the after effects of over-eating on science. How many times have I waddled away from an October table in a tryptophan-induced daze looking for a soft chair in a quiet corner? Tryptophan is an amino acid in turkey that your brain converts to neurotransmitter serotonin which makes you sleepy. If there is one Canadian holiday that demands adherence to tradition, it is our Thanksgiving with its turkey-and-all-the-trimmings menu. I’ll admit that it was a bit of a guy thing in its inception. ![]()
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