This is a picture of Edie. Eating smoked salmon.
Word to the wise - don't leave your meat or fish hanging around our house because as soon as you turn your back to make a cocktail, someone will throw it in the smoker. And then magic wood fairies will do the smoke dance around the backyard.
I think a lot of cookbook authors underplay the importance of the magic wood fairy smoke dance, but I find it to be a critical step in the smoking process.
Later after the chanting has stopped, we have this:
Little children stuffing their faces with salmon and making ravenous beasts of themselves.
And then, like vultures descending on dying prey, they tear through the food, leaving only scraps
And satiated, surveying the carnage, put their tiny hobbit feet up on the table like barefoot heathens...
And then make complete pests of themselves until their poor mother photographs them pretending to be catatonic.
I don't know why. I've stopped asking.