Magic beans
This morning I've been trying to do a few things ahead so that we're ready for the weekend. This morning we were able to get out, run a few errands, and go to an art fair (even though we were only there for 20 minutes and we were almost running the whole time). If everyone has a good nap today, I'm hoping that tonight we can go to the Hutchinson Tigers football game. And tomorrow Marty and I are heading into St. Paul for an evening out, with our mothers staying here with the kids.
To make things easier for tonight and tomorrow while we're gone, I'm doing some cooking. One of the recipes includes cannellini beans which have to be rinsed and soaked overnight. I should have been more careful while I was doing this but didn't think as I emptied the bag into a colander and started running the water. Sophie spotted me. Or really, she spotted the beans.
Cannellini beans are her favorite thing. She'll eat almost a whole can of them as a snack. So when she saw me emptying the whole bag, she wanted some. I tried explaining that these were DRIED beans and not good for snacking. She still wanted some, so I put a handful in a jar and closed up the lid, showing her how she could use it to make music. She marched away with the jar, shaking away. A few minutes later, she returned with an empty jar. No beans in sight.
I asked her where they were and she said she didn't know and laughed. Like an evil hyena. I followed her around for awhile, calling out for the beans. I looked in her usual hiding places but found nothing. I checked out Marty's nightstand drawer which is where she hid a dirty diaper-filled bag the other night, but nothing there either. About ten minutes later, Martin called out from the living room that he'd found the beans, and proudly presented them to me in a soup pot.
I scooped them out and threw them away, glad that they weren't shoved into the heating ducts or in the toilet where they would expand and cause us to have to replace the plumbing. I said "Thanks, Martin. I appreciate your help."
"You're welcome, your majesty" he said.
On the table tonight: Chicken and Summer Vegetable Tostadas
On the table tomorrow night: Italian Sausage and Cannellini Beans in Herbed Tomato Sauce
To make things easier for tonight and tomorrow while we're gone, I'm doing some cooking. One of the recipes includes cannellini beans which have to be rinsed and soaked overnight. I should have been more careful while I was doing this but didn't think as I emptied the bag into a colander and started running the water. Sophie spotted me. Or really, she spotted the beans.
Cannellini beans are her favorite thing. She'll eat almost a whole can of them as a snack. So when she saw me emptying the whole bag, she wanted some. I tried explaining that these were DRIED beans and not good for snacking. She still wanted some, so I put a handful in a jar and closed up the lid, showing her how she could use it to make music. She marched away with the jar, shaking away. A few minutes later, she returned with an empty jar. No beans in sight.
I asked her where they were and she said she didn't know and laughed. Like an evil hyena. I followed her around for awhile, calling out for the beans. I looked in her usual hiding places but found nothing. I checked out Marty's nightstand drawer which is where she hid a dirty diaper-filled bag the other night, but nothing there either. About ten minutes later, Martin called out from the living room that he'd found the beans, and proudly presented them to me in a soup pot.
I scooped them out and threw them away, glad that they weren't shoved into the heating ducts or in the toilet where they would expand and cause us to have to replace the plumbing. I said "Thanks, Martin. I appreciate your help."
"You're welcome, your majesty" he said.
On the table tonight: Chicken and Summer Vegetable Tostadas
On the table tomorrow night: Italian Sausage and Cannellini Beans in Herbed Tomato Sauce
this is hilarious, your majesty.
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