Winter Mornings. Front Deck Kitchen. The Art of the Smoke.
The temperature gauge may read well below freezing, and the world outside might be quiet, but on our front deck, the fire is lit. The Front Deck Smokehouse is born from a simple winter tradition: curing, smoking, and slicing our own glorious bacon. There is something profoundly satisfying about standing next to the low-and-slow heat of the smoker on a frosty Saturday morning, watching the applewood smoke curl into the air. This isn't just about food; it's about the ritual, the patience, and the incredible, smoky reward. Welcome to our kitchen—the one where snow boots are mandatory, and the aroma of perfect bacon makes the cold worthwhile.