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My grandpa growing up constantly made a beef jerky he carried around everywhere with him. Used to give me a stick every time we’d go to the zoo, fishing, camping or hiking growing up and it was amazing. A few months ago I asked him for the recipe for his old fashioned jerky that he always called “real man’s jerky” it’s a pretty simple salty/smoky jerky marinade and I thought he always calls it real man’s jerky but this doesn’t feel like something a real man would carry with him. It was missing something crucial that a man needs.. some excitement from some spice! So I threw in some jalapeños in this time and after letting everything sit for a few hours I smoked a bowl of marijuana and thought to myself that’s definitely not enough so I took some of Steve-O’s Butthole Destroyah sauce and a single toothpick dab of Flatline concentrate and mixed that shit in and hoped for the best.

Now I don’t have a dehydrator but my oven has a feature for it so I prepped everything and started cleaning up. Twenty minutes in and my house turned into a gas house and not in a fun weed way. I felt like I was dying and thought fuck me I’ve got a few more hours of this. Flash forward everything is done so now it’s time to reap my rewards. The jerky is very tasty it’s got the same salty/smoky flavor but after ten or twenty seconds it feels like the devil just flash banged, pinned you down on the floor and proceeded to skullfuck you intensely with heat. It really threw me off and sent my mind into a hazy fog trying to make sense of how hot it is. It’s definitely some real man’s jerky because it takes some real spice tolerance to fully enjoy it 😂. Now time to give it to my grandpa and watch his face light up lmao.