more authenticity.

Blazing through the barren wilderness of rural Oklahoma our attention was grabbed by several large billboards professing "real beef jerky." We love jerky, and we love the authentic experience. John demanded we stop. I offered no complaint.

In this lovely establishment we obtained a plastic cylinder containing two pounds of the wonderful dried meat known as jerky. This particularly jerky had the consistency of bark but was even drier; yet when chewed it melted into an explosion of delicious peppery, meaty goodness. I have the last of in the kitchen at the house here in ABQ - there was so much that despite chewing on it routinely for the better part of a week the two of us were unable to finish it.

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