I had a bit of a food fiasco the other day.
The subject: Beef Jerky
The instigator: My husband
Let me tell you a little bit about my husband.
He gets excited about random little things and rolls with it for a while.
Once it was pocketknives.
Then it was tying knots. - I have a good picture of that one!
From there we moved onto jalapeno poppers. Sometimes I still feel the burning in my eyes. . . and the screaming death of half my taste buds. Seriously, he made them like five times before he got it right.
Most recently it was homemade beef jerky (sigh).
I will admit I used get onto him a little bit for it. I’d be all “Sam you weirdo, pick a normal hobby! Come running with me!” and he would respond “No! I’m a grown man, I do what I want!”
As of recently I have been embracing these phases with him as I have found it makes both of us happier people. What I should do is just start popping popcorn and watch; I know I’ll get my opportunity to be entertained by his next little hobby if I just wait for it.
I feel I should get wife points this time I even helped with the jerky making process. Which I will tell you is an involved process. Involved I say!
So after this grueling process of jerky making it was done! Ta da!
Sam gave me a piece of jerky.
While I was chewing…
Which let me tell you was not the easiest process.
This was our conversation:
Sam: I though we should each only try a little piece and then wait to see if we get sick.
Me: (Mid chew) Whamt?
Sam: We should wait to continue eating it until we know its not going to make us sick.
Why? Are there worms in the meat? Is it uncooked? Am I going to start vomiting and die?
Me: (Chewing more slowly) Why?
Sam: I’ve just never made this before.
Me: Are there worms in it?
Me: Is it not cooked all the way through?
Sam: Jerky isn’t cooked its dried.
Now the meat in my mouth is beginning to feel like a wet lump of crap.
Me: How is it not cooked!?!?
Sam: Jerky is never cooked.
Sam: I’m telling you its just dried meat.
Unable to stomach the uncooked dried meat that could possibly make me sick, I get up and spit it in the trash.
Me: Sorry sweets. I just couldn’t handle it. Please don’t make me your guinea pig next time you don’t know if something is going to make you sick.
Sam: Other than that… how was it?
*If you’re wondering about my husband’s hobby choices the answer is yes. Yes Sam is a nerd, but like a cool one. I dunno how he manages to do that but he totally pulls it off. He’ll be all into his science and then turn around and jam out on his guitar.