the musical fruit
the more you eat
the more you….
Oh, I can’t even finish that little ditty. (And you know the ending anyway.) I have to admit, I’m tired.
The Chef and I just spent two-and-a-half glorious days on the Island, with our dear friends Nina and Booth. There were spot prawns, just caught by Booth (180 of them!), thrown on the grill, and then onto our plates. The first corn on the cob of the season. Key lime pie with a gluten-free crust. Chicken mole. Pancakes with blackberry jam. Long walks on the beach. Tours of the island’s artists’ homes. Lovely meandering conversations with our friends. Two movies that made us both have weird dreams and startling revelations. And mostly, plenty of time on the loungers on the deck, staring out at the water, drinking pina coladas (well, a virgin one for me), listening to hummingbirds flutter above our heads, and waiting for the grill to heat up so we could eat again.
Bliss, in other words.
We arrived home late this afternoon, our skin warm from the sun, our hearts drenched with memories. And I had every intention of writing more fully for this post, stories that lope and loop back into some coherent startling arrival. But you know what?
I’m 29 weeks pregnant. My belly is eclipsing my feet. Little Bean is playing Dance Dance Revolution inside me. It’s time to curl up in bed.
So I’ll leave you with this, instead of a story.
Nina — gratitude bless her — made fresh salsa, homemade guacamole, corn tortillas from scratch, and a kick-ass mole sauce with shredded chicken. All of it gluten-free, of course. And with this magnificent repast? Four different kinds of Rancho Gordo beans (some of which you see above), soaked and simmered, salted and sauteed with onions and garlic, cumin and pepper. We moaned our way through dinner, happy beyond repair.
(And the Chef had four days off, caught up on his sleep, and is ready to go back to his kitchen tomorrow.)
Those little bites made me remember how much I love beans. Fresh, heirloom beans, lovingly prepared, full of flavor, and soft to the teeth — this is not obligation food. We think of legumes as the food we should eat, nutrients that leave us with a clean conscience and not much taste. Not at all true, of course. Great beans? They are a meal to themselves.
So tomorrow, after a long sleep, I’m ordering more beans from Rancho Gordo. We need a strong supply before Little Bean arrives. (And frankly, I could use the fiber right now.)
But right now? I’m headed for sleep.
How do you like to eat your beans?