k.b.: It's 1967, I'm ten years old and my Mom is in the kitchen preparing dinner first by draining the white beans she had soaking in the sink then she'll add bacon and ketchup. Mom, where's that recipe?
By Heather Havrilesky April 18, 2008
Lately I've been buying beans. Not canned beans, mind you: Dry beans. Bags of dry beans that only cost 65 cents, beans that have to be soaked overnight, beans that you have to sort very carefully to make sure there aren't any chunks of gravel in there. This is my response to an impending recession, my move to scale back and batten down the hatches for the coming economic storm.
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