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southern MN | When I was a little kid I loved Gravy Train. It kind of melted in your mouth, really did make a gravy.
Mom was pretty mad when I would get into the bag. It was kept in the ironing/ vacuum closet,, kind of a treat for the farm dog back then. I started sneaking in and get a handful. I think it was kept a lot higher up somewhere after a couple of days.
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