With the last few sappy posts I bet you are expecting this post to be about missing my hubby or something like that. He was in training all day yesterday and went to the movie with my sister and her hubby last night so there is nothing of a significant Alaskan nature (no pun intended) to report...
So I'll tell you what I did yesterday.
I took my son to the pediatric cardiologist.
He has SVT. It, and other weird, but not uncommon, heart problems run in my dad's side of the family. Mine and my dad's heart "skips a beat", but my son's heart "races".
Just to clarify, AA stands for Alaskan Adventure--not, you know, A.A....ahem.
Anyway, so today I'm still missing the hubs, but I'm not an emotional wreck like I was yesterday.
Saying goodbye at the Shuttle I was a blubbering idiot. Then I got home and saw the empty space on the bathroom counter where his things sat, and I puckered up and bawled again.
I'm an emotional person by nature, but I surprised even myself by how many tears I shed yesterday. I'm sure the emotion was exaccerbated made worse by the fact that I had had about 2 1/2 hours sleep the night before, but still...
So because this is my blog, I can put a shameless plug in for my hubby's jerky.
My hubby makes the most amazing jerky and people have been telling him for a long time that he should sell it. So he is.
He found a USDA approved facility that produces jerky and contacted them, they met, talked shook on it and the process began.
In that process, he had to convert his recipe to fit the makers process, go through many test batches (that was fun for the whole family), get government approval on his recipe, and label.
Now that that's all finished, he is in like Flynn. He's cooking with gas now. He's able to sell to the public, so look for him on Facebook, or contact me to hook you up with the best jerky in the world.