Time to kick things up a notch. For me, there’s only one way, and that’s straight ahead, no stops, no detours. I’m your go-to on those long drives or during a late-night cram session, when you need a shot of garlic, black pepper, and rosemary to get you back on track. Our time together is going to be a lot of things, but I promise it won’t be boring. Get Out There. Be Authentic.
I can’t even tell you how often people mistake me for a piece of apple pie. It’s probably the brown sugar and apple thing I have going on. But, I’m so much more than that. I mean, I’ve heard of meat pie and all, but sometimes it gets a little ridiculous. Seriously people—I’m a slab of meat. Just look at me. I’m clearly and obviously a big, yummy, mouthwatering piece of meat—I’ve even got cracked pepper sprinkled all over me. Would a piece of pie have cracked pepper all over it? I don’t think so. Get out there. Be authentic.
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For me, nothing beats a long walk down by the shore. The salty smell of the ocean, the crashing of the waves, it’s so relaxing, you know. I try to recreate that feeling with my savory mix of spices and flavors. So the next time you’re feeling tired or stressed out and can’t make it down to the ocean, spend some time with me instead. Listen real close I bet you can even hear the seagulls. Get Out There. Be Original.
People definitely struggle deciding which side of me they like better. Some love me because I’m sweet, some love me because I’m tangy. Sounds crazy I know, but It’s just how I was raised. My ol’ man was a Southern pig rancher who married a Canadian maple farmer, so it makes sense that I’d turn out to be a perfect blend of the two. But no matter how you like it, one bite and I bet we’re going to be best friends. Get Out There. Be Contradictory.
Everything I do, I do with passion. I’m made with five different types of pepper, honey, garlic, and other flavors I dare not say. Do you like my ingredients? Do they excite you? An evening with me is like dinner for two in Barcelona, while the world’s greatest mariachi band plays the most romantic song live in your mouth. So try me if you dare, but be prepared to feel the heat. Get Out There. Be Spicy.
What’s so special about my home country of Italy? Is it the art, the culture, or the jerky? (Hint: All the above). My sumptuous mix of peppers, paprika, and spices is the closest you’ll come to an Italian getaway without booking a trip to the Mediterranean. Why, if I’d been around 500 years ago, Michelangelo would have sculpted David out of me. The sculpture wouldn’t have lasted as long—but it definitely would have tasted better. Get Out There. Be Bold.