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Homemade Smoked Almonds -- The Smoke Never Stops in Orange Mound

June 2025. Memphis summer, 66 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.

Charlie in Nashville, thriving in the way Charlie thrives — quietly, competently, with the determination of a Johnson woman and the grace of something uniquely hers.

Comfort food this week: a big pot of collard greens with smoked turkey neck, simmered for three hours until the greens were dark and silky and the pot liquor was a treasure. The kitchen smelled like Mama's kitchen in the shotgun house, and I stood at the stove and stirred and thought about hands — her hands, small and strong, teaching mine everything they know about turning humble ingredients into something that feeds not just the body but the soul.

I sat in the lawn chair next to Uncle Clyde's smoker as the dark came on, and I thought about what I always think about: the chain. From Clyde to me. From me to Trey, maybe, or Jerome, or whoever comes next with the patience and the hands and the willingness to stand next to a fire at three in the morning and wait for something good to happen. The chain doesn't break. The fire doesn't stop. And I am here, 66 years old, in a lawn chair in Orange Mound, Memphis, Tennessee, watching the smoke rise, and the rising is the living, and the living is the gift.

Sitting next to that smoker as the Memphis dark came on, I kept thinking about smoke — how it doesn’t rush, how it works slow and steady and asks the same patience from you that it gives back in flavor. After a week like that, stirring greens, thinking about Clyde, thinking about the chain, I wanted something I could make that carried that same smoke without turning the whole kitchen into a production. These homemade smoked almonds are exactly that: a small, honest thing you can do with your hands that smells like a fire pit and tastes like something worth passing on.

Homemade Smoked Almonds

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour 15 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 25 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 2 cups raw whole almonds
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional, for heat)
  • 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
  • 1/2 teaspoon liquid smoke

Instructions

  1. Preheat the oven. Heat your oven to 250°F. Line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper and set aside.
  2. Mix the seasoning. In a medium bowl, whisk together the olive oil, Worcestershire sauce, liquid smoke, smoked paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, black pepper, and cayenne if using. The mixture should be fragrant and deeply colored.
  3. Coat the almonds. Add the raw almonds to the bowl and toss thoroughly until every almond is evenly coated with the seasoning mixture. Let them sit for 5 minutes to absorb the flavors.
  4. Spread and bake. Spread the seasoned almonds in a single layer on the prepared baking sheet. Bake at 250°F for 1 hour to 1 hour 15 minutes, stirring every 20 minutes, until the almonds are dry, fragrant, and deeply toasted.
  5. Cool completely. Remove from the oven and spread the almonds out on a clean sheet of parchment or a wire rack. Allow them to cool completely — at least 20 minutes — before serving. They will crisp up significantly as they cool.
  6. Store. Transfer cooled almonds to an airtight jar or container. They keep at room temperature for up to two weeks, though they rarely last that long.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 7g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 7g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 140mg

Earl Johnson
About the cook who shared this
Earl Johnson
Week 483 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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