Glory and her cousin Ashley, 8 and 10 year olds, watched about two hours of Pride & Prejudice with me tonight. The one with Colin Firth. We swooned. Ashley wants to come watch the whole thing sometime. Sounds like a date to me!
Also...I discovered that Edward, instead of asking me to make beans for him, which I told him I would do if he wanted me to....took the initiative and made them himself.
Let me back up....He wants to have black beans and rice for lunch tomorrow, he's bringing the beans and his office/pod mate is bringing the rice......he asked me where we kept them and I gave him the locations...when he couldn't find them he went to the store and bought some. (I told him I would look for them if he wanted me too, but I didn't want to stop watching P&P for the vague.."I can't find them" thing...he knew he'd have to actually say "I can't find them...will you get them for me?" And he wasn't about to do that. He's quite manly you know... and self sufficient.
So when I was taking Ashley home I noticed a pot sitting on the stove. A large pot. On a burner. With the heat off. It was full of beans.
Hmmmm
Edward, who had probably already taken a sleeping pill before he did, this had decided to let them soak overnight. Which is all well and good but we all know that it takes a bit more than soaking to make beans.
He was in bed already...it was 10:45ish. I asked him what he was doing with the beans and he told me he was making them for lunch tomorrow.
"I can see that you didn't turn the heat on."
"Yeah, I'm soaking them."
Well, yeah...that bit was obvious. "Did you do anything else? Like maybe boil them for a few minutes and then turn the heat off?"
"Well I just did what the package said."
"And what was that?"
"Well, it said to put them in water and soak them overnight."
"Yes, did you rinse them or sort them first?"
Him getting huffy "Well! I LOOKED at them as I put them in the pot. They all looked the same to me! Why in the hell do you have to SORT beans?!?"
"It's because beans are notorious for having ROCKS in them." I swear if he read instructions that said to separate eggs he'd put them in separate corners of the kitchen! PLEASE teach your kids the basics of cooking terminology.
"Well why would they put rocks in them?!?"
"It's because they come out of the ground you know...next to where the hoodlum, teenaged rocks hang out and try to wreak havoc."
"Well that's stupid."
"Yes. Were you going to heat the beans up or anything? You know they take about 2 to 2 1/2 hours to cook right?"
"Well, they were gonna soak and then I was gonna take them to work."
So I took them out and sorted them and rinsed them. As I was rinsing them I thought to myself, "That's a freaking lot of beans yo!" It looked like more than our usual one pound bag to me. I got out the crock pot and put some chicken Better Than Bouillon in there and some onions, garlic, and a bit of cumin. Totally winging it since I had to get Ashley back to her house and I didn't want to stay up forever cooking them. (I wished I had some Pork BTB...but alas.)
As Ashley and I were talking about Edward's Amelia Bedelia tendencies I came across the bag he had used for directions. It's a FOUR POUND BAG of beans. Guess how much was left? I'd say about two pounds worth.
So pretty much he's made TWO POUNDS of beans for lunch tomorrow. That may not seem like a lot of beans to you but if you've ever eaten with my family you'd know that we could eat off of ONE POUND of beans for a few days and still have leftovers on the third day.
Holy BEANS Batman!
Now they are in the crock pot and I KNOW that tomorrow morning he's going to remark about how he made the beans and that they are heavenly.
I am a reasonably wonderful person who enjoys reading, snacking on addictive foods, and the sound of the dishwasher running when I know I wasn't the one to fill it.
I married a guy that likes boobs. I've got 'em. Our love should last forever.
I have a daughter who thinks I'm the best mom ever! (She doesn't get out much.)
I'm a room mom, PTA Queen, and sometimes I even go out and earn money just for kicks...and money.
Fame is all I'm looking for..and jeans that make my bum look super fly.