I came up with the idea for this blog several weeks ago, although I just go to it later than sooner. Now I am going to have to wait until I get back to work so I can do some firehouse cooking. In the meantime, while I am biding my time and blogging away like a crazy man, I may come up with some creations from my house.
I learned to cook at the fire house from necessity. While at Valley Springs during my first season in CDF, we just somehow clicked and functioned like men. Perhaps it was because I was the rookie at the station, it seemed that the others on the crew had done at least a season at Valley Springs before I got there. We went to the store once or twice a week, and we had our meals paid for by the state, although they deducted a small amount from our paycheck for each meal. How much was that we were charged for meals in 1977? We were simple back then, and thrifty too.
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