Wanting something quick, easy, tasty, heated up a can of this for my dinner tonight. I grew up on it. We camped as a family when I was a kid, in the late 40s before it was fashionable, usually just pulling off into a field and sleeping under the stars, and our usual dinner was this beef stew. We all loved it. I still love it.
Sometimes, having pulled into a farmer's field to spread out our tarps and unroll our sleeping bags, the farm family would notice us and bring out a treat, like pie or homemade bread. No one ever kicked us off. Those were kinder times.
Fond memories of camping as a kid and having canned stew for dinner -- and a surprise of incredible pie for dessert, brought out by a farmer and/or his wife.
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Nice story, of an era I wish we could return to. Thanks for sharing the memories!!!
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