Crab Tostadas Recipe

• 5 minutes to make
• Serves 4

We used to have pastor who's favorite thing to do was visit the Jesse James museum in St Joseph MO. and sign the guest book. His name was/is Bob Ford. Simple pleasures…For those that are not familiar with American West folklore, the song below explains why the good reverend got such a kick out of something so simple. Read more What has the above got to do with the recipe? Other then the hope that you get as much enjoyment out of it as Bob did from signing the guest book…nothing. Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man, He robbed the Danville train. But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life, Three children, they were brave, But the dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward, I wonder how he did feel, For he ate of Jesse's bread, and he slept in Jesse's bed, Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave. Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor, He never would see a man suffer pain; And with his brother Frank, he robbed the Chicago bank, And stopped the Gendale train. It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank, And carried the money from the town; It was in this very place that they had a little race, For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground. They went to the crossing, not very far from there, And there they did the same; With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James. It was Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright, They robbed the Glendale train. The people they did say, for many miles away It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James. It was Saturday night, Jesse was at home, Talking with his family brave. Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night And laid poor Jesse in his grave. The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death, And wondered how he came to die; It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford, He shot poor Jesse on the sly. Jesse went to his rest with hand on his breast; The devil will be upon his knee. He was born one day in the County of Clay And came from a solitary race. This song was made by Billy Gashade As soon as the news did arrive. He said there was no man, with the law in his hand, Who could take Jesse James while alive. See less

• simple
• pleasures
• crab
• cheese
• onions
• stovetop