That was standard fare along with canned chili in cow and sheep camps back when I was kid.
We kept cases of it on hand in the cellar with all of the other canned food stuffs it took to feed all of us for the weeks or months between trips to town for supplies.
I never tasted good Mexican food until I left the ranch for college.
What an enlightening experience real fresh made enchiladas and salsa were.
For that matter, a medium rare steak blew my mind. Before that the only steak I had eaten was home raised crippled critters we butchered ourselves and were fried hot fast on a wood stove.
A juicy tender steak not tough enough to use to half sole a boot was an entirely new concept to me.
Yup, them was the days.
We kept cases of it on hand in the cellar with all of the other canned food stuffs it took to feed all of us for the weeks or months between trips to town for supplies.
I never tasted good Mexican food until I left the ranch for college.
What an enlightening experience real fresh made enchiladas and salsa were.
For that matter, a medium rare steak blew my mind. Before that the only steak I had eaten was home raised crippled critters we butchered ourselves and were fried hot fast on a wood stove.
A juicy tender steak not tough enough to use to half sole a boot was an entirely new concept to me.
Yup, them was the days.
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