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We cure the meat with coarse rock salt, malt vinegar, coriander, black pepper, garlic, paprika, and time. We cure the meat until it’s a dried-out husk of rawhide, until it’s inured against the winter, the rough journey ahead. We can’t inure ourselves so easily, brine ourselves against the bacteria and contaminants, and harshness of life.
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
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We cure the meat with coarse rock salt, malt vinegar, coriander, black pepper, garlic, paprika, and time. We cure the meat until it’s a dried-out husk of rawhide, until it’s inured against the winter, the rough journey ahead. We can’t inure ourselves so easily, brine ourselves against the bacteria and contaminants, and harshness of life.
joseph-s-pete
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Chicagoland
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
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