Once in a while, my husband will order meat from Omaha Steaks.
As I posted back in May 2008, even though it comes in a thick styrofoam box, Gun-Hee still knew there was meat inside that package.
Gun-Hee couldn’t wait for me to open the meat box when it was delivered.
His half-brother Jacoby is no different.
Even though it’s hermetically sealed in plastic and frozen so hard it could cause significant blunt force trauma if used as a weapon, somehow, Jake still knows it’s meat.
Of course, Jake is also interested in the plastic…
(He’s kind of got a thing about plastic. Don’t judge.)