How I started smoking

This post is a recycled and slightly edited version of this one at The Virtual Weber Bulletin Board.

AaahI live in Oslo, Norway and just bought a Weber Smoky Mountain Cooker, something of which I’ve dreamt a long, long time. A WSM allows you to make real barbecue, meat smoked for a long time at a low temperature, as opposed to grilling, which is done for a short time at a high temperature.

Norway is not a barbecueing nation, and my knowledge of real barbecue has until now been mostly theoretical. My only encounters with the stuff have been at Bodeans in London, which I thought was heavenly, but I have had nothing to compare it with.

Because I’ve lived in an apartment block with no grilling allowed, my dream of owning a WSM was long put on hold. Until this autumn that is, when we gained access to a nice little place in the country, one hour’s drive from the city.

And so I ordered and received a 22 WSM in a big, big box last week. With great apprehension I fired up my new-bought love for the first time on Saturday, having read nearly every word on the Virtual Weber Bulletin Board over the last couple of weeks.

I decided to start off with spare ribs. There is no culture for barbecue in Norway, and spare ribs are not easy to get hold of. On Tuesday, therefore, with plenty of time before the weekend, I decided to call the only remaining butcher’s shop in Oslo, Strøm-Larsen (founded in 1906), to inquire.

I’d seen baby back ribs there before, but  I wanted to try to cook the more meaty spare ribs.

I attempted to explain what I was after.
“I want the ribs that you get when you remove most of the meat from the belly.”
“Oh – do you mean tiger ribs?”
“Tiger ribs?”
“Yeah, tiger ribs!”

I’d never heard of tiger ribs, but decided to trust him. He sounded both convinced and convincing. I ordered four racks.

On Friday I went to pick them up.
“Okay, 13.2 kilos (29.1 lbs). That’ll be 1,980 kroners, please,” said the young blonde in the butcher’s apron, struggling to lift a huge see-through plastic bag chock-full of meat over to my side of the counter.

1,980 kroners. That’s $341.20.  Norway is an expensive country in which to barbecue. An expensive country in which to do anything at all.

“Er, OK. There seems to be a lot of meat on those”.

I had been given what were basically whole pork bellies with the skin and a bit of the fat removed.  Oh well, if the butcher didn’t know what spare ribs were, I could make my own. I trimmed most of the meat off, and ended up with what looked like decent ribs, if a bit on the triangular side. The rest of the meat went in the freezer, I’ll find use for it in a pending sausage-making project.

I rubbed the ribs with a modified version of Mike Mills’ Magic Dust and put them in the fridge overnight. I could hardly sleep that night. The big moment was at last drawing near!

We were planning to eat at about eight o’clock. I was unsure about how to time the cook, but decided to set up the bullet and ready it for smoking at about one. I had two 3kg bags of Weber briquettes. I used the minion method, ¾ of a chimney lit coals, and the rest unlit.

I filled the water pan, assembled the beautiful shiny black piece of American engineering and waited for the needle on the lid’s thermometer to move clockwise. After about twenty minutes the temperature was where I wanted it to be (225F – barbecue is a wholly American thing, so no centigrade here).

Chunks of smoking wood are hard to come by here, but I had managed to get hold of a bag of Weber hickory chips. I made three small foil packages of unsoaked chips and carefully put one of them on top of the glowing coals.

The ribs went on.

The lid went on.

I was barbecueing!

The next couple of hours were spent tweaking the air vents. The temperature was very steady, mostly between 210F and 230F with one little jump up to 240F.

I was smoking!

After about an hour, I put in a new wood chip envelope and removed the spent one. I repeated the process an hour later.  And again after another hour.

I resisted lifting the lid and poking around for about another hour, at which time I admired the ribs for a little while before spraying them with apple juice, grabbing a photo and putting the lid back on.

At about a quarter past six, I did the tear test. The meat behaved just like I’d seen it should on Youtube. And the flavour! Perfectly smoky, sweet, deeply savory, juicy.

With nearly two hours to go until serving, I decided to foil the ribs and put them in the cooler.  I left the WSM chugging along at idle. Half an hour before we were to eat I sauced the ribs and put them back on.  I’d made a variation on the Apple City sauce in “Peace, Love and Barbecue”, the only barbecue book so far in my library of 200 cookbooks.

And here’s the result:

I served the ribs with a simple cole slaw with apples and onions, and beans cooked from scratch. My recipe includes onions, garlic, big chunks of bacon, tomatos, chipotle, molasses, a dash of coffee, Spanish smoked paprika, and a teaspoon or two of my dry rub.

And the smoke ring!

The funny thing is that the whole process – putting the rub together, cooking the sauce, trimming the ribs, rubbing them, waiting, lighting the coals, smelling the smoke, waiting again, fine-tuning the temperature, mopping the ribs, logging the progress, waiting some more – in ever-increasing trepidation, trembling in fear and hope – the whole process is so fulfilling that you hardly need to eat the meat when it’s done.

But then again, it sure tastes good.


About fattus norvegicus

Norwegian food lover. Economist by education, cook by nature.
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10 Responses to How I started smoking

  1. DB says:


    The next time you go to your butcher, show him this page:

    Spare ribs are relatively cheap here in the US (about $2 per pound or $4.40 per kg) and usually come in 3-4 pound packages.

    Find me at Food By DB.

    • Yeah, I know, spare ribs are supposed to be cheap. But nothing is here… maybe if I explain properly what I’m after, I’ll find it cheaper.
      I’ll have a look at your blog.


  2. Hey man, this looks fantastic! When can I get a taste?
    Looking forward to follow your future posts.

  3. Strezza says:

    Hi Magnus!
    Thanks for posting on my blog. Nice post! Looking forward to se more.
    I´ve bought lots and lots of cheap babyback ribs on Strøm Larsen. Guessing you talked to the wrong butcher.
    Have you been competing at the Norwegian Grill Championship? If not you should consider.
    Maybe we´ll meet trough Ingerid and Andreas some time.

    • Hi there.
      I know they often have baby back ribs, but for some childish reason I wanted bigger spare ribs. Have you ever bought brisket there, by the way? I’m thinking I should try that soon!

  4. Sofie says:

    Hi Magnus.

    I guess I have to sneak the smoke grill out of my uncles basement next time I go see him;) This just looks and sounds delicious.

    I`m really looking forward to your follow up on that sausage-making project.

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  6. Veggie Belly says:

    Norway is an expensive country to cook anything, isnt it! When I was in Oslo a few years ago, I felt very poor – my American dollars didnt go far 😉

    I LOVE the picture of the grill outside and lake in the background. So beautiful. What camera do you use?

    • A fellow Wolfsonian! Norway is an expensive country to do anything in, yes.
      I haven’t been very good at keeping this blog up-to-date, and I guess it’s not very veggie-friendly, but I’m on my way out of hibernation after a veeery long winter, so hopefully I’ll manage to kick my arse into gear. And we’re getting a greenhouse, so maybe I’ll eat the odd vegetable too.
      Thanks for your comment, the camera is a Nikon D90 – the lens is a Nikkor 17-55 f:2.8, which I’m very happy with.

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