My house smells like spices... there are gallon sized Ziploc bags filled with strips of meaty gold stacked on my counters...
The gentle sound of Big Dave's dehydrator has been humming both day and night all weekend.
Guess what this means?
DEER JERKY!!!!!
Whoop whoop, there's something about brittle shanks of dried bambi that gets us all giddy inside.
But I've got ONE problem...
See that scratch beside my mouth? There's another one just like it on the other side.
Jerky wounds.
Seriously? Is this not the perfect fodder for a 'You might be a redneck if...' joke?
Apparently my pull-to-the-side-jerky-rip technique has a down side.
Big Dave keeps calling me The Joker.
He's so wrong.
But dangit his jerky is oh so right.
;)
Man that's some dangerous jerky
Posted by: Sid | January 17, 2011 at 02:29 PM