When I was a kid, we had 'creamed dried beef' every so often on weekend mornings. It's taken me almost two decades on the west coast [what is the California stand against chipped beef??!!], but I actually found dried beef at the store this week! Thus, it was time for SOS today, aka "shit on a shingle" as my Dad called it post-1960's Marine Corps mess hall. It was a unique treat today, though, especially on a morning when I was feeling yucky with flu and wanted comfort food!
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