It takes so long to chew one of these mummified meat bites that it’s more of a hobby than a snack. I took a sample from a pack that was lingering in our house from Christmas. The bag has a giant Jeff Foxworthy face on it, lending another level of low-brow to an already low-brow treat. Not sure how it got here, and no one is admitting to anything, but smart money is on my husband. Anyway, it was salty and rich and time consuming, both dry and greasy at the same time. You have to really get in touch with your wild side to gnaw off a chunk. One bite was definitely enough. But if I were lost in the woods, hours away from any other edibles, I wouldn’t turn down another taste.