Yup, that’s what it is. Hey, and it’s fresh, and it’s fillet mignon. At least that is what the package says.
That’s what Ted, my husband brought back for me on his last trip. Driving from Las Vegas to Los Angeles–almost 300 miles of dry country in the Mojave Desert–you know you have left the bright lights when you start seeing signs beckoning you to an alien store.
How can you resist friendly space invaders after you’ve been mesmerized by miles and miles of desert, even beautiful desert country. After all, everyone needs to stretch their legs (get their legs pulled?) And a bathroom stop.
Then suddenly there is the tall alien in this outer space oasis. And there are more on the roof, on the sign, in the store, behind the counter, sitting in a car.
They sell some strange stuff. Stuff we earthlings love.
Staffed by some strange folks. Help must be hard to find in the desert. The weather shriveled their skin, poor things. Like the jerky.
Oh, they also have abducted cow jerky, BBQ on the moon beef jerky, space cowboy pepper jerky.
The store is the Alien Fresh Jerky Store in Baker, California, on Interstate 15, about 90 miles from Las Vegas and 180 miles from Los Angeles. Stop by if you dare.
Oh, the Road Kill Jerky was yummy. I loved it.
