One of my father-in-law’s favorite stories took place on a cattle ranch in West Texas. It seems the cook wanted to quit because the men complained so much about the quality of cooking. After much persuasion, “cookie” agreed to stay on with the following condition: “The first man to complain about my cooking will be the cook!” Everyone readily agreed, not wanting the job themselves.
The very next meal was bread and beans. As the men sat down to eat, one of the cowpunchers said, “Boy, howdy, these beans are salty.”
Absolute silence as the cook reached for his apron strings.
“But that’s just the way I like ’em,” the cowpuncher quickly added.