I Won The War, But The Battle Continues

On the second night of bean-dipping, I stood at the counter as Farmer H dipped his bowl of beans from the big pot on the stove. He used the actual dipper. Then laid it back on the paper plate where I had it resting. The dipper was half full of beans. Anybody with common sense knows that when you're finished with dipping, you knock the handle of the dipper on the top edge of the pot, so anything remaining in the dipper falls back into the pot. But not Farmer H.

On the third night of bean-dipping, I had transferred the remaining beans to Chinese Tupperware containers the previous evening. All I had to do was dump one into a regular saucepan to warm up. With the beans being in a smaller pan, dipping required two hands. It was not like a heavy pot which would remain stationary while dipping.

"You can set your bowl here on the counter while you dip. Don't be chasing the pan around on the stove while you're trying to dip. And don't think you can hold it there with your stomach. It's hot."

A normal person with common sense would have, perhaps, picked up the saucepan of beans by the handle, held it over the bowl while tilted slightly, and dipped those beans into the bowl. Or perhaps scooted the bowl against the edge of the stove, with no room for anything to fall in the crack between the counter, and held the pan stationary while dipping the beans into the bowl.

NOPE! Not abnormal, common-senseless Farmer H!

Farmer H held the handle of the saucepan while filling the dipper with beans. Then picked up his bowl and held it beside the pan, pouring in his dipper of beans. Then he set the bowl back down. Held the handle and dipped again. Picked up the bowl. Poured the beans in. Etc. Until his bowl was towering with beans. You'd think he was a government worker, being paid an hourly wage to dip beans!

At least Farmer H noticed me watching him, and when finished, only left about 1/8 of the dipper full of beans when he set it on the paper plate. Baby steps...