Once a jerk, always...

I enjoy puns almost as much as I savor the delicately seasoned, dehydrated meats of Robertsons Real Beef Jerky. I've guzzled pounds and pounds worth of packaged beef jerky over the years. Packed with protein, beef jerky is not only snackable but health efficient as well.

During each major moment in my life a bag of beef jerky is in a cabinet or opened on my lap. Almost every day after school my grandma would buy me a small package with a few pieces inside. This went on for years, because I loved it so much and my grandma is generally an awesome woman who buys me beef jerky, so of course I allowed it to go on I never thought of my world as food centric, but when essaying over beef jerky my days could be defined less by how excited I was when returning home after a hard day, but more on the mouth-pounding deliciousness of the jerky. Those strips of sodium packed man fuel marked the metastasis from the revolting part of my day, elementary school, to the delightful days of climbing trees and critiquing dinosaur films, home.

Later on my life I would share it with a girl. No one stays with their first love, but for me that first love was a turning point. A transition into the world of social embrace from my socially awkward stages of my teenage years.

Not only was beef jerky there with this girl, but during the break up, and onto the next phase of my life. It was there for my graduation, and my first day of college. I regret to say I haven't had a piece of beef jerky in over a year, but that will have to change.