patrice wrote this mid-afternoon:
On a recent camping trip my husband and I fell into typical roles. I was strutting around in my fifth outfit of the day, mixing cocktails for everyone. He was posted by an open fire, sharing deep dark secrets about his other love: barbequeing.

I am the main cook in the family, but there is one area that is his domain and it is known as THE GRILL.
Lately he has delved into the world of rubs and the art of mixing just the right spices to massage into your meat to bring out the flavor. We’ve stopped drowning chicken in marinades, and have moved on to a subtler seasoning.
On this particular camping trip he was introduced to the purest of all rubs: the dry brine.
Regular brining involves lots of liquid and can be messy. Dry brining involves only one ingredient and is fairly easy. All you need is salt. That’s right. The purest of seasonings, the most basic crystalline savory molecule. It is so simple, so versatile and so tasty.
We sampled a few pieces of chicken over this open fire (I was now in a red and white polka dot dress with white sandals and white sunglasses) that had been dry brined. DIVINE! Who knew the least amount of seasoning could bring out the most amount of flavor?
We headed home, determined to give this dry brining a whirl.
Now, while super simple to prepare, a dry brine takes a lengthy time to go to work so be prepared. All-in-all you need to let it sit for two days in the fridge after the initial rub so plan accordingly.
For our first run, we didn’t want to master the dry brine on it’s own. Oh, no… we wanted to experiment! I rushed to Whole Foods, where their selection of salt once sent me into a dizzy confusion over the sheer amount of choices. This time, though, I knew exactly what we needed: smoked salt.
What better salt to use in a dry brine on the barbeque then a smoky one?
The exact ratio we were instructed in was 3/4 tablespoon of salt for each pound of meat.
We selected a free-range, hormone free chicken from the market. The juicy sucker was medium sized… maybe four or five pounds.
Get your bird and clean out the organs. If you have a dog, feed this offal to them (no need to waste… and dogs love raw meat occasionally, whether or not you feed them a fully raw diet. Just make sure to give them enough time to digest before you try to feed them kibble so they don’t get sick).
The actual rubbing part was tricky. You have to get it into the meat, under the skin, without removing the skin. Some of it tore in places, but on the whole it worked fairly well. We covered it and stashed it in the fridge to marinate in its own juices.
The salt passes through osmosis into the juice of the bird, and that is the beauty of the dry brine. When it was completed, we chose to barbeque it beer can chicken style and oooooohhhhh.

Slippery moist morsels of chicken. The two of us ate the whole bird ourselves because we are occasionally ridiculously gluttonous.
I think the ratio of salt we were given was a little too high, but it could just be that the smoky flavor was more intense.
I may experiment with other salts to see how they come out.
For dessert… throw a couple of peaches on the grill and bake an oatmeal/brown sugar crumble in the oven to sprinkle on top with soy ice cream.

George approves of the peaches.
