BigWheel,
When I was in, '68-'70 being a GI was weird, the locals wanted our money but not us. LOL. I don't think we were really that wild.
I think my first exposure to using coffee in food was as a cooks assistant. I was in the 2nd Armored Division as a computer operator and in early January of '69 they were transferring guys all over the place into combat units, me included. We were training tankers to go over to 'Nam or Germany like crazy. Cranking 'em out in about 3 months. A lot of the time spent out in the boondocks on "maneuvers". So the mess Sgt. and I were working out of a Deuce and a Half. We had a water trailer and would meet trucks that brought us our vittles at way points. We'd cook for 200 guys living out of their tanks breakfast and that was where I saw my first egg sandwich. We'd make bacon or sausage and then cook up the eggs (sometimes we used powdered eggs) in the grease. Then throw this grate on top of the stove and make toast. We had these mermite cans and would cook the food most of the way, then stash it in the mermite cans and it's residual heat would finish cook it. It was raining like crazy almost the whole time so We had a canopy on the side of the truck we could open and that's where we setup the chow line. Guy got a big spoon of scrambled eggs, sausage and 2 toasts. Most guys would dump the eggs on their toast, slap the meat inside and eat it like that. We'd give them C or K rations and by 06:30 they'd be off doing drills or on the target ranges until dinner. Eating their rations when they had a free moment during the day. We had trash cans filled with water and immersible heaters to heat that water: we had a rinse can, a soapy water can and a 2nd rinse can. Filling those trash cans was a real ball buster. The troops would rinse their canteen cup, soapy water and then rinse it before and after their meal. You didn't do it you didn't eat.
After chow we had time to clean up all the stuff, pack the truck and pick up dinner at a waypoint that was radioed to us. We'd setup at a different location and make dinner. Those guys in the hills ate real good. We'd generally be feeding them pork chops, or steak of some kind. We'd brown the meat up part way and then into the mermite cans it went. We'd chop up and fry onions in that same cooking pan and use powdered coffee and powdered milk to make gravy with all those browned bits dissolving. Then the gravy would go into the mermite cans with the meat and that meat would sorta crock pot cook all day. Instant mashed potatoes, a pork chop and gravy tasted mighty good to a guy that had been riding around in the rain in a cold tank. Same deal, we'd get radioed to a new location, setup the line and washing station and all of a sudden 30 or 40 tanks would show up and circle around us. But that's what we did and it really tasted pretty good.
So cowboy rub to me is sort of a tribute to the Gabby Hayes' of the world, guys that cooked out of the back of a wagon (or in my case a Deuce and a Half). Paprika, onion powder, garlic powder, lemon pepper, a little salt, cumin, a bit of brown sugar and (freshly roasted) espresso grind coffee. Pretty doggone good...
mermite can with inserts
http://www.ebay.com/itm/1968-v...&hash=item233c291c5b