“Shh, don’t spoil the moment~”
Fluffy KS/MO ;w;
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Liberal, Kansas, 1935.
Marion Kansas in the Flint Hills of Kansas.
Bicycling the backroads has its rewards. Here, the bike takes a little break along an old stone fence in rural Johnson County, Kansas. It’s so wonderful to see the countryside greening up!
sometimes i get upset about kansas stereotypes but then i remember that one time my friend’s pet cow got carried away by a tornado and they found it 3 years later on a different farm
Let’s be honest, you Texans mostly stole your cattle from Mexico, and after you stole them you mostly starved them on your dusty scrub grass. It wasn’t until you sent them north to lush green pastures of Kansas that you could fatten them enough to make them profitable at market. Which, incidentally, was Kansas City.
So, to recap. You stole ‘em. We fed ‘em and slaughtered ‘em, and resold ‘em (to you!). We took that delicious beef and added it to our magnificent repertoire. That’s Texas barbecue in three sentences. There is no Texas barbecue but by the grace of Kansas and Kansas City.
This speaks to my heart. I am v. passionate about this issue.