A Love Song to Beans
I forgot to eat lunch yesterday. I hate when that happens. I did eat some trail mix, but it’s really not the same. Luckily for me, I was Stumbling the day before, and came across this recipe for 90 minute, no soak beans. After being chastised on the internet, I mended my ways and ate a hot bowl of leftover magic with salsa and avocado and grated cheese. And just like that, all was right with the world (y’know, kind of).
Now, my childhood was spent much closer to financial collapse than I ever realized, and beans have always been a significant part of my diet. Growing up, my mom (and eventually us kids) would rinse and sort them, soak them overnight in the crock pot, and let them cook all day. Lately I’ve been ‘power cooking’ them: covering with water, bringing to a boil, then simmering for a couple hours. It’s not the best method, but I’m not really doing very well at planning ahead, and it gets the job done. The 90-minute recipe is not that much different from my lazy way, but makes an astoundingly better bean. And it utilizes the Dutch Oven, which is always a bonus for me.
To quote someone on the internet, I’m not a food blogger; being a food blogger is hard. I barely feel like it’s appropriate to call myself a blogger at all. But you know what I am comfortable with? How much I love beans. I have eaten a lot of beans in my lifetime, and they make me happy. So happy! I suspect that Sexy Husband is not as thrilled as I am with my weekly decision to make a pot of beans and call it a meal, but he doesn’t say anything. And here’s the really nice thing: for the most part, they really don’t make me gassy. And knowing that they’re waiting for me in the fridge for that moment when I realize that I’m mad at the internet because I don’t have any blood sugar is definitely something everyone should be able to get behind.
