we know i love a greasy bean, possibly too much. what is a greasy
bean, you ask? well, when it's not a coffee bean (which i also like
greasy, rather than dry), it could be any bean, even a bit overcooked
(as i sometimes forget the slow cooker is cooking, but i've been gifted a
handy kitchen timer for christmas this year), with a generous helping
of olive oil, sea salt, and crushed red pepper. it's really the most
delicious thing out there. forget pastries and tales of molecular
gastronomy, it's mostly a greasy bean i want.
and we're
supposed to eat black-eyed peas for new years. i
managed a couple of days without them, mostly due to the fact that we
were driving from ithaca to north carolina (11 hours in the car) and
then spent monday watching the aforementioned football and doing
laundry.
so,
yesterday: collard greens (also apparently lucky for new years) with
mushrooms, garlic, and onions (so much garlic that casey said it was
seeping from my pores); a salad of radish and tomato, a fried egg on
wheat, and a bowl of greasy black-eyed peas. OH yes.
and
today's lunch: a bowl of greasy black-eyed peas (hey! i am alone in
this house so i am eating them all), carrots + hummus, and a salad of
spinach, tomatoes, and mushrooms, with a hunk of almost-stinky french
cheese.
with some coffee from the chemex (more on that later).
the greasiest.