Great question.  I totally get it.

PART ONE A:

Do you need to share your jerky?  A qualified “No.”  It’s completely work dependent.

Cooking or otherwise preparing food (drying, aging, salting, etc.) does not jive with this turkey.  I buy my food.  It’s worth my money to avoid the work.  Like taxes.  I give you the money, you do the food work, bring it all to me, and I’ll eat it with my mouth.  That’s just how I get down.

And that’s a two-way street.  If you do the work and the amount of work, or degree of difficulty of said work, is such that it warrants you keeping your food, that’s absolutely fair and acceptable.  Any reasonable person should understand that.  Now, I’ve never made jerky (see above), so I can’t, with 100% accuracy, speak to the challenge, but I say you keep the beef of your labor (well said, sir or ma’am).

One other thing to consider: is the person you’re debating sharing with a significant other, and how important is that relationship?  This one is actually much easier.  If you are debating not giving the jerky you made to your significant other, you should break up with that person as soon as you possibly can.  That person is not as important as your cured meat.  You should go.  Get your stuff and leave.  Never look back.  Assume that person is dead.

PART TWO A:

The Magic 8-Ball in my brain says “Outlook not so good.”

I’m a firm believer in a leopard showing his spots early, especially in college sports.  Pryor’s had the chance to make every defensive coordinator and every college linebacker fear him, and he’s not done it. 

It’s in part because his throwing accuracy is slightly above Mike Vick’s, if Mike Vick was playing with Ray Charles’ eyeballs, and in part because he’s playing Tressel ball.  If Jimmy’s up 14 in the fourth, he’s not gonna run it up for stats.  He’s gonna grind out the clock.

He’ll be at the Downtown Athletic Club, but “Don’t count on it.”