I’ve been meaning to try smoking food for a long time, and finally got round to it. The inspiration for this little project came from Tim Hayward’s book, “Food DIY”, as so many of these fun things I do have.
I bought these four nice mackerel from Mr Tesco for the princely sum of £6.16 for 1.76Kg.
I didn’t get the lass on the counter to gut them, or fillet them, because I feel good about being able to do grown-up stuff like that myself.

Here are the fillets. They are rather pretty this way up, and you don’t get to see some of my rougher knife work this way. I salted them for about half an hour, but forgot to take any pictures of that.
I’ve been accumulating the things I would need for this job for quite a while now, including three bags of wood for smoking. I decided to go for a nice, robust oak smoking this time. The bags of wood came from somebody on eBay, I think.
It’s where I got the rather fine bin in the next picture, which is made out of steel, treated by galvanising it. Because of that, it has no paint on it, an important point when choosing something to put on top of the gas hob. It would probably work fine on an electric hob, as long as it was in contact with the heat.
As for those ceramic induction hobs they fit in “designer” homes, I have no idea whether this would work, or the dustbin would levitate and explode.
I like to cook with gas because I can control it quickly. This matters when you are in the habit of cooking experimentally. Or just mentally…

By this point, things were obviously going far too well.
The fillets, hanging on the wire, looked lovely, and were all ready for some hot, smoky action.

I shouldn’t have done that, as I saw they needed cleaning, a job I did when I finished the real fun stuff.

I gave it about fifteen minutes of heat, and stopped. There was a fair bit of smoky condensation around the edge of the lid, and it turned out to be more than there would have been if the fish had behaved themselves, and stayed on the wire.
Three of them had broken, and fallen down into the bottom of the bin. I don’t know if salting them for longer would have toughened them up enough to stay on the wire. I’ve decided to get some wire racks to go in the bin, so this will not happen again.
As you can see, most of the wood has given up its smoke, without bursting into flames, and the fish is cooked. It looked and smelled fine, and I retrieved the fallen bits as well.

Here are the bits I didn’t taste. I’ve frozen half, and kept the rest in the fridge. Breakfast will be nice…