Wild West Wednesday—Cowboy Coffee to Go!

 



Ever wonder what cowboys drank out on the range as the sun peeked over the horizon? Most likely, it was some strong coffee. Like, real strong. 

Brewed by the gallon for wagon trains or parties of men riding the range, many days it was the wake-up call that summoned men from bedrolls to saddles. 

One of the essentials for lone riders, the battered tin pot, boiled up coffee on an open flame in no time. 

Whether riding solo or with a posse, one thing that remained constant was that good ol' cowboy coffee! 

No fancy add-ins, either. Sometimes crushed egg shells or a bit of salt made the pot but nothing more than that. And there were no lattes or frothy creamers. Strong and black—that's the way the wild west downed it! 

If you want to boil up a pot of your own cowboy coffee, Cowboy Coffee Co. offers a few tips. 

And if you're looking to nail down authenticity, why not grab yourself a package of Arbuckles'? Some say it's how the west was won but I don't have an opinion on that one way or the other. 

All I know is that schoolteacher Violet Bloom picks up some Arbuckles' at the mercantile in Wylder in A Wylder Christmas. If it was good enough for Violet, it's good enough for me! I'm going to get some and give it a boil—I'll let you know how it turns out.  

Happy Wednesday, friends! 











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