It's not like I add a plethora of ingredients like I do for chili or soup. But I DO put in a touch of fresh-ground black pepper, and some minced garlic, and a few sweet banana pepper rings, along with some of their juice. No salt, because when we eat it, Farmer H and I add those peppers and their juice.
That pot of beans had been simmering for a couple of hours. I put the lid on them and left for town. When I came back, I was getting ready to put them in Frig II until time for supper. I knew they had cooled down enough while I was in town. "Better give them a taste," I told myself. So myself did.
SWEET GUMMI MARY!
Those beans were as hot as molten lava! All they needed was the red glow. My middle tongue took a searing. I was still able to taste my delicious creation by the time supper rolled around. Nom nom. Look at this breathtaking bowl:
It's practically layered. Like a torte! Like a 7-Layer Salad! Like Jello 1-2-3! It's kind of collapsing there. If I took the picture first, you couldn't see the layers. Oh, who are we kidding? I dug into that bowl and it was half gone before I even thought of taking a picture.
Let the record show that I first crumbled half a corn muffin into the bottom of the bowl, then added some pepper juice, a layer of beans and ham, a layer of chopped sweet banana pepper rings, a layer of diced onion...and repeated. So it was mostly vegetables, really.
Okay, I could have been perfectly sated with only half that amount. But it was delicious. AND I had partial taste in my tongue. Of course, those taste buds are fighting an uphill battle, because after my walk, when I have dry mouth, I have a couple of Life Savers Wint-O-Green mints. And at night, I have discovered a new favorite snack of a mini bag of Cheese Nips dipped individually in Frank's RedHot Original Cayenne Pepper Sauce.
Farmer H does not realize how many tongue-lashings he has been spared due to my affliction.
3 comments:
The corn bread probably elevated it to an even more delicious level.
Do you mean to say that when you give Farmer H a tongue lashing, he actually listens to you? Mine tunes me out. Every time.
Love me some beans, but you can leave all that hot stuff off. HeWho always has to have rice with beans. I am happy with just the beans and corn bread, of course. No onions, no peppers,
Sioux,
It would have been even better with a corn muffin on the side slathered with butter. Those wise choices sure are hard choices.
Farmer H ACTS like he's not listening to me. Mostly by talking over me during the lashing. But I can see in his eyes (and by the jut of his chin, and by the slamming of the door) that I'm getting through to him.
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Kathy,
Suit yourself. But you KNOW I'm going to say you're a few layers short of a torte, right?
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