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Habanero Salsa — The Fire That Belongs Beside the Smoke

July 2023. Memphis summer, 64 years old, and the heat wraps around Orange Mound like a wet blanket that nobody asked for but everybody wears because that is the deal you make when you live in the South. The smoker calls louder in summer — something about the heat amplifying the smoke, the way humidity amplifies everything in Memphis — and I answer, because answering is what pitmasters do.

Walter Jr. came by with the grandchildren, bringing the noise and energy that grandchildren bring, the house expanding to hold them the way a good pot expands to hold a good stew. Trey at the smoker, learning, absorbing, his hands getting steadier each visit, the fire recognizing him the way fire recognizes those who are meant to tend it.

Smoked turkey wings this week — big, meaty, brined and rubbed and smoked at 275 for three hours until the skin crackled and the meat pulled clean. Turkey wings are the working class of BBQ: cheap, underrated, and transformed by smoke into something extraordinary. Uncle Clyde served them on Fridays at his stand, and I serve them on Saturdays in my backyard, and the tradition bridges the gap between then and now.

Sunday at Mt. Zion, the choir sang and I sat in my pew and let the music hold me. The bass notes I used to add are quieter now — my voice is aging, the way everything ages — but the listening is its own participation, and the church holds me the way the church has held this community for a hundred years: faithfully, unconditionally, with room for everyone who shows up. I show up. That is enough.

Trey was at the smoker that Saturday, learning the patience the fire demands, and when the turkey wings came off with that crackling skin, I wanted something on the table with equal conviction — something that matched the heat of a Memphis July and the heat of the coals. This habanero salsa has been the answer every summer since I can remember: bright, fiery, honest, the kind of condiment that doesn’t apologize for itself, the same way good BBQ never apologizes for the smoke.

Habanero Salsa

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 10 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 4–6 habanero peppers, stemmed (seeded for less heat, or left whole for full fire)
  • 4 Roma tomatoes, quartered
  • 1/2 medium white onion, roughly chopped
  • 4 cloves garlic, unpeeled
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil, divided
  • 1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves
  • 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin

Instructions

  1. Char the aromatics. Heat a dry cast-iron skillet or comal over medium-high heat. Add the habanero peppers, tomato quarters, onion pieces, and unpeeled garlic cloves. Cook, turning occasionally, for 8–10 minutes until the skins are charred in spots and the vegetables have softened.
  2. Peel and prep. Remove the garlic from the pan and let it cool for 2 minutes, then squeeze the roasted cloves out of their skins. If you prefer a milder salsa, use tongs to scrape away some of the charred habanero skin before blending.
  3. Blend. Transfer all charred vegetables — habaneros, tomatoes, onion, and peeled garlic — to a blender or food processor. Add the cilantro, lime juice, cumin, and 1 teaspoon salt. Pulse to a slightly chunky texture, or blend smooth depending on your preference.
  4. Finish and taste. With the blender running on low, drizzle in 1 tablespoon of the olive oil to emulsify and mellow the heat slightly. Taste and adjust salt and lime juice as needed.
  5. Rest before serving. Transfer to a bowl and let the salsa sit at room temperature for at least 10 minutes before serving — the flavors deepen and settle. Serve alongside smoked wings, grilled meats, or with chips.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 45 | Protein: 1g | Fat: 3g | Carbs: 5g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 295mg

Earl Johnson
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Earl Johnson
Week 381 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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