There are few things which delight the Farmer’s Wife more than a good memory. And since most of her memories are made up of food, it’s not surprising we should find her reminiscing a bit here and there while she’s cooking away in the kitchen. But this one is her Fa-vor-ite. You see, when she was growing up, there was no Farm, just a small plot in the city where her parents did the-best-they-could. There was an itty-bitty garden. And a lot of canned meat transformed in the way of salmon patties, tuna noodle casserole, and other such delicacies. There was chipped beef on toast—or S.O.S., as the Farmer likes…