Today I cooked up my little harvest of dry beans that I grew in my garden last year. This is the variety:
I hovered over them all afternoon, as it was a small pot, and I had to keep adding water.
I was rewarded for my diligence.
They are big fat beans. Plump and yummy.
They are absolutely delicious.
Creamy, mild flavored and utterly delightful.
I wish I had more.
I have enough to make one more meal of them. I may make biscuits to go with the second bowlful. Biscuits and honey. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.
It’s raining tonight. It’s making a wonderful sound just outside my window. A sound that harmonizes nicely with my prayer of thanks to God.