There was one of these things in the parking lot of the gas station where we stopped for our peaches last weekend. Do they have these where you live?
It's a smoker, for BBQ. Let me confess that though I've seen these my whole life, I've never eaten BBQ cooked in one at a roadside stand. My mama doesn't like BBQ.
It smelled really good, though. I'm not eating (much) meat these days but the smell still gets to me (I'm trying y'all, I'm really trying). It hits me directly in the Southern spot of my brain. Put a plate in front of me and I'd be all over it like white on rice, baby.
Nom nom nom. Except we didn't. We thought about it. Because Bones -n- Gristles? That's some kinda bad ass name for a roadside BBQ stand in Neverheardofit, Georgia. Don't even think about the inspection number - you know they've got to have some good tasting BBQ to have the guts to name their business Bones -n- Gristles. Ribs and pulled pork and soft white bread and Brunswick stew and corn on the cob...
But the peaches we got are good. Very tasty, juicy, fresh. And so much healthier. And that's where I need to be, in the healthy food aisle.