

This right here. Your average sirloin slapped on a grill and cooked by some drunk asshole all wrong is just beef that isn’t quite beef jerky yet.
But take a good porterhouse, cut it right, trim it right, dry age it right, cook it right. That’s a whole different thing.












That’s basically my life. When I’m not staring at the vistas and thinking oh so deep thoughts from my dingy anyhow.