Under the Wire

A good friend of mine owns a western store. One entire corner is devoted to books and about half of the space contains cook books. All are titled some variation of “cowboy cookbook” and all promise to provide receipts for delicious dishes prepared by genuine authentic American cowboys. You are what you eat. If you want to be a cowboy, I guess you had better buy and cook from these books. Once a year my friend even hosts an open house at the store and prepares several dozen dishes from various editions. All have wonderful cowboy sounding names like “Southwest Pinto Bean Souffle” or “Jim’s Count...