It's hard to live in Memphis in the summertime without a pool. We joke every Summer that we need to make friends with people with a pool, or with pool access. We have broken into (and been thrown out of) pretty much every pool this city has to offer. So it was quite easy to talk one of my dearest friends into purchasing a 11X30 pool via text message last week. It went something like this:
Ashley: I love Big Lots.
Me: Do they have any swimming pools?
Ashley: Haven't seen any yet, but they have patio furniture.
Me: You should get a pool.
Ashley: I keep finding bigger and bigger pools now. Not sure what one will fit in my yard.
Me: I think I'd go with the 11X30 (knowing damn well that it would fit us and 2 rafts perfectly!)
Ashley: We got the pool
So we proceeded to make plans on our next day off, Father's Day Sunday. My job? Bring a honkin' piece of salmon over for us to smoke on their Big Green Egg. Now, if you've never heard of a Big Green Egg, it's basically a big, egg-shaped, ceramic, charcoal grill, that you can also smoke food on and even bake bread on. It's designed to allow the heat to get up to 1200 degrees. And they ain't cheap. And I secretly kicked and screamed, crying that John, Ashley's boyfriend, got a Big Green Egg for his birthday from his parents for FREE.
Our pretty little cured sockeye salmon, waiting for its pellicle
Turns out the Big Green Egg takes a lot of Big Ol' Trial and Error. And since none of us are exactly smoking experts, we had to do many things to a.) make sure we weren't just grilling the salmon, we wanted to smoke that bad boy and b.) to get the right temperature we were shooting for, which was 180 degrees. So it's now 9 o'clock. And the salmon has JUST gone into the Big Green Asshole. And we're all starting to get a little hangry (hungry and angry mixed into one). And we still have 45 minutes to smoke it, and it's at 200 degrees but we don't fucking care anymore, we just want to eat. And we're considering just ordering some smoked salmon from the store and calling it a night. But after about 40 minutes we look into the Big Green Egg-straordinary Failure, and it has produced for us a stunning piece of smoked salmon like you'd buy from the great state of Alaska.
So we bring it in, and like 4 cavemen yielding clubs (except they were forks) we hacked into it. And it was actually pretty damn good. The only bad thing about it, was that it was a BIT salty. But we fixed that by smearing a piece of toast with an aoili I made with chives, tarragon, parsley, mayo, garlic, cayenne and lemon and topping that with the salmon. Well, that, and we were so ravenous at this point, the salmon could have been jerky and we all would have loved it.
So our idea was somewhat of a success. We learned a lot. We know what changes have to be made to produce the PERFECT smoked salmon. We're no longer mad at the Big Green Egg. We can't wait to do pizza on it next. We're super excited to have a pool to soak in during the next few months where wind becomes extinct. We now know that Captain Morgan is a downer bastard. We know that we have to get John a ladder to cut down some branches. We also learned that broccoli is delicious smoked. And finally, we learned that true relationships can withstand an, "If you open the fucking green egg again you will die!!" comment every now and then.