Have I bored you yet with my cowboy fantasies? It's not what you might think. I grew up loving old western movies, even watched all of the TV stuff like Bonanza, Wild, Wild West, The Ponderosa, Death Valley & The High Chaparral. I have romantic notions of being out there in the heat, living that life, minus the gunfighting of course. I feel myself in dusty gear, the sound of my leather vest crackling. Obviously I have an amazing hat and pair of spurred black boots. Actually it was always a toss up of being the dark mysterious cowboy or the light tan suede wearing subtler kind of cool. Both had appeal. After riding all day, I stop for the night, tie up my horse, set up camp and make a fire. Then I get my tin pans out of my big leather saddle pouches, with my canned beans and tortillas that I have somehow. There's meat, you know that I caught, skinned and prepared, cut up on a nearby rock with my sharpened pocket knife. The entire meal prep plays like a symphony. This whole air castle was born from the way the actors ate those beans in all the best westerns, how the spoons scraped the tin plate and their cheeks were chunky full of soft creamy goodness that they washed down with the strongest coffee ever. I wanted that! It was magical.
Anytime I can recreate that type of meal it's a pleasure like with this breakfast. I paired these leftover steak chunks with black eyed peas and a poached egg, to scoop up with torts.
