The last turkey I smoked was during one of our Weber product photo shoots earlier this year. It was a huge bird, and if it turned out anything like the turkey we had smoked a few days prior, it was destined to be the star of the holiday dinner scene. Sadly, I never got a bite, and worse, the turkey never even made it to the set.Â
It was the last shot of the day, and bad weather was moving in. We were scrambling. The real family, who was the talent of the scene, had just sat down when bam - the storm hit. In fact, it was not just a storm, it was a microburst, or rather a non-rotating tornado.Â
