No movies to review today, so I'll use the opportunity to point out how enormous this strip of beef jerky is. I've never been the one to engage in hyperbole, but is 'ginormous' too big a word to describe a full 24 inches of smoke-cured meat? I think not! When I spotted the vast curtain of dried bovine swinging from a rack in a truck stop somewhere in western Illinois, I knew I had to have it. I was headed toward Iowa City for the much anticipated Ohio State-Iowa matchup. The stakes? Big Ten bragging rights. The tailgate was on; people would be hungry. On an occasion like this, nothing less than an entire cow's worth of jerky would suffice.
So how did it taste? Honestly, I'm not sure. Ravening, we ripped open the plastic and tore the salty snack to shreds. Seconds later, it was gone, barely a memory as our snapping maws sought new flesh.
Also, if you can possibly remove your eyes from the beef, please take a moment to notice my outerware. McBone wants to let the good people at West Lawn Park know that they are not alone in the wearing of fleece.