I set a record tonight, I made a pot of beans, and they were the absolutelyΒ worse I have ever eat in my life. I think when God passed out gifts to cooks I was in the restroom passing the breakfast I had made and missed it.
No wonder I am loosing weight if you had to eat my cooking you would loose weight to. I soaked them all night and when put them in the pot to cook they were not soft but cooking should fix that, I figured.
Fried up some hamburger, onions, bell peppers, little salt, and ketchup. The wine I had was good so a taste of that should sooth the stuff. Put in on to cook and forgot it while I went to town to buy a few items I needed. Like Pruns and grapefruit to help the problems I have not being able to pass the ingredients of my last meals into the pot.
Got back and the water was all boiled out, and the beans were kind of stuck a little bit to the bottom of the pan again. Added water, hot sauce to hide the burnt stuff,Β stirred them really well, Got the fire hot again and took a little nap. Woke up a few hours later and the beans I remembered came into the front of my thinking.
Out of bed and had to add water again to get them to get them off the bottom of the pan. Not to serious I can still eat them I thought. The beans were not as hard as the black things floating within the bowl.
Makes me think of old Rex Allread a friend from Heber City, Utah. His wife would bring something to the table and then say something like, βI donβt know why I give this to you, it is not fit to eat.β She made him a pie once and when she sat it down she said the same thing.
Rex took the pie off the table and putting his hand on the bottom and tipped it upside down while throwing it on the floor. He told her, βIf it is not fit to eat I am not going to attempt it.β She stopped saying those things and I will think of this while I order breakfast in a cafΓ© next time I think about cooking.
A Messenger,
Not a cook.
Verl K.