To be more amazing would be impossible.

A few weekends ago, I was in Milwaukee, WI, visiting a close friend, and we went to her sister’s housewarming party one evening.  On the kitchen table sat an array of fabulous(ly old school) party snacks, including cupcakes, mini hot dogs wrapped in Pillsbury crescent roll dough, and what looked sort of like cheese-injected beef jerky bites.
Which… is sort of what they were.  Except better.
Me: Is this… cheese in here?
Jess:  Oh yeah, it’s pepperjack.  And actually, the meat in there is venison.
Me: [a look that is 2 parts awe, 1 part incredulity, 1/2 part I might make out with you]
Jess:  Yeah, seriously.  John shot a deer last summer and we bring it to this guy –
Me:  John’s… got a guy??…
Jess:  Well, yeah, I mean, it’s a guy who processes the venison –
Me:  [lost in reverie] John’s got a venison guy?
Jess:  [casual as you please] Yeah, we go to him every year.  And last year when we started having him make these sticks for us, I thought “This would be amazing with some pepperjack in there.”  And so this year, when we were asking him to do the venison sticks, I asked if he could throw some cheese inside.  And he said yeah.
Me:  … Wow.
Jess:  Do you wanna take a package home?
Me:  [falls to floor with a thud]
It’s true.  They’re real.  And they’re in my fridge.

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