"And they're right to be ashamed. That sounds like a form of slavery, and the fact that they disguised this as a legitimate economic system makes it worse, showed that these robber barons knew that what they were doing was wrong, but did it anyway. It's a repeating process, really. So many countries feel the need to, if they have the decency to at least abolish slavery, have something similar to a caste system, a group of poor to do the heavy lifting. But if the nation doesn't change, it doesn't last. People don't like being treated like that, they get angry! And that's why it's so great that these policies were abolished - nobody can change the fact that they inherited a dark past, but the fact that enough people could stand up for what was right means that there's hope for your nation indeed." ~President Abraham Azuz.
The Chisos Federation is known for many things - their cities dug in among the walls of mountains and canyons of Big Bend National Park, the independent, pioneering spirit of those desert frontier towns, our reliance on the Rio Grande - but one of the biggest things we're known for throughout the wasteland is their food. The Federation, some caravaneers will say, is pretty much just one big restaurant. They aren't rich - the nation contains a good deal of lifeless desert (literally lifeless, the world's still recovering from nuclear war), but the spirit of making the most of what one's got shows itself most in Chisos cuisine cuisine. By any count of things, they should have a bland diet of cows and cows and cows and cows, but somehow, they maintain variety in their cooking. Every type of fruit that still grows, every species of animal that isn't bulletproof, they're used to spice up the food, whether it be little sandwiches, rolls, salads, pies, or tortillas.
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