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So last night, before I went out to the Vid with psychopeg, zenmasterzeno, tuanda13, et al., I stuck some pinto beans and ham hocks in the (terrifying, thirty-year-old, avocado green) crock pot that Mom gave me. Please note that the pork products are largely for seasoning. My mother looked at me like I was playing "Dueling Banjos" with my feet, in overalls with no shirt, when I asked her where she thought they might be in the grocery store. Say what you will. Those things make stuff taste good.
The beans also got some chili powder, cumin, and seasoned salt. I somehow forgot to add onions, but I always eat around them anyway. I gave it a stir, left it on "High," reminded myself that I really need renter's insurance, and returned three or four hours later, still a wee tipsy and singing Prince to myself, to find that all was as it should be: my apartment smelled salty and hammy and delicious, the beans were just done.
A side note: I am far from a chronic worrier or an insomniac, but I like to know what I'm having for lunch tomorrow. I don't always make lunches the night before, but I make sure that I'm going to have something to bring. I don't like missing meals, and I don't like paying for lunch when I could have had something better at home.
And lo, there was only one logical thing to do at one a.m. on a Wednesday: make cornbread to go with the beans for lunch tomorrow. I used the box Jiffy mix, which makes perfectly cromulent corn muffins, and sprinkled the top with freshly grated parmesan and some more seasoned salt. I also seriously considered staying up to watch last week's episode of the Gilmore Girls, but it was not to be. I did dishes while the muffins baked, then ate one before falling into bed and creating a submission for 2tired2finish, because I am cool.
The beans and cornbread got packed today with a salad and a pear. Yum. O.
The beans also got some chili powder, cumin, and seasoned salt. I somehow forgot to add onions, but I always eat around them anyway. I gave it a stir, left it on "High," reminded myself that I really need renter's insurance, and returned three or four hours later, still a wee tipsy and singing Prince to myself, to find that all was as it should be: my apartment smelled salty and hammy and delicious, the beans were just done.
A side note: I am far from a chronic worrier or an insomniac, but I like to know what I'm having for lunch tomorrow. I don't always make lunches the night before, but I make sure that I'm going to have something to bring. I don't like missing meals, and I don't like paying for lunch when I could have had something better at home.
And lo, there was only one logical thing to do at one a.m. on a Wednesday: make cornbread to go with the beans for lunch tomorrow. I used the box Jiffy mix, which makes perfectly cromulent corn muffins, and sprinkled the top with freshly grated parmesan and some more seasoned salt. I also seriously considered staying up to watch last week's episode of the Gilmore Girls, but it was not to be. I did dishes while the muffins baked, then ate one before falling into bed and creating a submission for 2tired2finish, because I am cool.
The beans and cornbread got packed today with a salad and a pear. Yum. O.