Jerky Jerky
Yum... nothing like salted, smoked and preserved dead meat. Ever since our college trips to Mammoth whereby we passed the jerky store in Bishop (you know.... that one) I have longed for good jerky. The parentals live up in Canada where I imagine that jerky is a way of life. This trip down the parentals brought down some fresh kill elk jerky cut up by one of W's native friends. Man... this is good stuff. I now have 5 lbs of elk jerky... thick like a cut of steak and savory throughout. Did I mention this is good stuff? If you know me and are visiting my house, be sure to ask for some jerky because it doesn't leave my house nor do I imagine that my friends share my fascination for jerky. Yum... more burping to ensue.
