We often went down to Mexico when I was young. I remember when I was about 5 being near a border town. I think we were in the area to see some native American dancing. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere we pulled off on the side of the road and a group of ranchers were cooking meat on spits over a fire. The pit was brick and it had a metal roof on top to protect from the sun, and there were a lot of flies around. Very much like a spaghetti western. This really was out in the middle of nowhere. We had some bread with chunks of meat on the side. It was the best farkin' meat I ever had. It tasted like nothing I ever had before and ever had since. I still remember the flavor of it to this day. I kept asking my parents what kind of meat it was because I knew it was different. Days later I found out it was horse, but nobody wanted to tell me, like I even cared. I have no idea how that would compare to the horse meat you'd get now.
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