C7 Eli

I Opened the hood of the smoker and a plume of smoke erupts out and floats upward, smelling of pure heaven and burning my eyes. I wave it away and stick a thermometer into one thigh.

One-sixty. About another hour at least before I can pull the duck out and let it cool.

I glance over my shoulder and back into the big, bustling industrial kitchen from where I’m standing on the grilling patio