Behold my parent's Christmas turkey.
I found this photo on my hard drive and just had to post it. My parents brine the turkey and then smoke it. My Dad has a smoker in the back yard, which gets a lot of mileage, even in the dead of winter. I am jealous of the shiny, perfect, golden brown skin. The taste is to die for, smokey, moist and flavourful. It's one of the reasons I go back to Toronto, and to see my parents of course!
