Homemade Beef Jerky

In Michigan now. The four and a half hour drive here yesterday afternoon was uneventful, dull gray and misty rain the whole way. After sitting on my butt and eating German home cooking for three days I’ll go home… fatter.

My great-aunt Joann is a hoot, a total practical joker. This is a woman who asks her husband “So, you wanna go home and have some fun?” right after he had a prostrate examination or some such thing.

She told me a story about a friend of hers, now deceased. Joann received a call from Andrea who had phoned to inquire what my aunt was wearing to a wedding they were both attending.

“Same thing I wore at Cook’s wedding five weeks ago.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“People will recognize your outfit.”
“Great, that makes it easier for them to remember me!”
“Well, I wouldn’t wear the same thing again.”
“Uh huh… so what are you going to do about your face then?”
“Oh, shut up.” Click.

Then she says to me, “Hey, your mother told me Viagra is now available in a liquid.” I totally fell for this: “No kidding?” “Yeah, you can pour yourself a stiff one,” she says.

Oh, and my uncle made beef jerky. Yummm…

1 comment

  1. Jeeze, that segue between pouring yourself a stiff one and your uncle making his beef jerky was a bit of a bumpy ride, so to speak.

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