Old meat
Seth pointed out the beef jerky again this morning at the grocery store. Is that the old meat? he asked, verifying that this is what we call it. Then he asked if the big Indian endorsing it on the front eats it himself. I said yes, he probably does. I told him I don’t eat it anymore, but I used to.
Actually, I ate it up until a car trip through Memphis, one of many between Searcy, AR and Winona, MS. Brad saw that I’d picked up some beef jerky at the convenience store. He was appalled. Do you remember that Brad? This was followed by a stream of rhetorical questions like, “How could you eat that?” I haven’t eaten it since. I’m sure it was chock full of sodium anyway. I used to be a salt fiend.
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