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I bought this thing at the "Preparedness Mart" somewhere in Utah. I like that caramel color is an ingredient in a food that was designed to be air-dropped for famine relief. I'm sure the starving people in Rwanda are pleased that their tamale beef filling is golden brown. It's a good thing they give pictogram instructions on how to open the silvery, aseptic envelope that contains the food, because otherwise the people might starve trying to figure it out. The fact that this was made in Cincinnati is funny to me, as I associate that city with both bad food and with being a true (red, white, and) blue representative of the American heartland. I ate my beef tamale on day three or so of a week-long camping trip in the Grand Canyon. It was food-like.
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