Home For Sale.

FOR SALE:
An A-frame, 2 bedroom, 1 bath home situated on a small block opposite other houses, this home is decidedly unremarkable. If anything, it will underwhelm you, perhaps even leaving you feeling vaguely tired and/or disenfranchised. You may begin to question the true purpose of your existence on this mortal coil, contemplate ending it all, or even look upon others with barely suppressed homicidal urges.

But that’s just the house. Around back, a wonderful, magical fairyland of salted, cured fantabulousness awaits.

The house has no garage. No shed. No parking pad, overhang or car port. What does this house have that is so unique I must buy it now despite the aforementioned urges to kill others it may (probably) evoke, you ask? Well shut up, because I’m just building drama here. No, seriously. Feel it?

This house, my house, has a jerky shack.

Jerky is a nutrient-dense, convenient and shelf-stable meat product that has grown in popularity world wide. Derived from the Spanish word "charqui," which describes dried meat strips, jerky may be produced using a combination of curing, smoking and drying procedures.
Traditionally jerky was made by the use of sun, wind, and smoke from fires as a way to preserve and extend the shelf-life of meat. American Indians mixed berries or suet with the pounded dried meat to make pemmican.

Me? I just dry it out in my goddamned jerky shack.

And so could you. Make jerky, I mean. If you buy the house. When I've left. Because I do it alone. Sometimes without even leaving my house.

My wife insists there is no jerky shack; that it's a figment of my imagination. I think she's wrong. Look in my yard, between the two trees.

If you see a jerky shack, this is the house for you.