Favorite Bean

I like Garbonzo as well. I’m a bean connoisseur having grown up on beans and cornbread. Momma fixed all types throughout the week even when we occasionally had balony. Daddy would bring it home when he picked up some extra hours at the factory. He called it Alabama round steak.

If I had to choose one favorite bean from my childhood it would be the pinto. There’s nothing quite like walking in after a long day of hard playing and smelling a pot of pintos on the stove. yum yum

After 26 years in the USN I’m now partial to the navy bean.
 

I hate lima beans. So as not to look like an ingrate to my future wife's family in Poland I had to eat fava beans which are like a giant flesh colored lima beans.
 
All beans, but coffee, are evil. No beans touch these lips.
 
Capt MJ said:
Jelly bean, limeade.
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I do apologize for my flippancy on the Favorite Bean topic.

I have a confession to make.

I have a quirk about dried beans - any kind - no matter how they are cooked. I loathe them. Now, I make a superb 15 bean soup in the slow cooker or Dutch oven, with chicken thighs or leftover ham or turkey, redolent with herbs and spice, slow simmered all day, complete with a meaty bone. I also make my mother’s split pea soup, also justly famed, and other bean dishes. The beans are well-soaked, tender and creamy, full of flavor. DH loves them. I won’t touch them. The freezer is full of one-serving containers.

I know they are nutritious plant-based fare, high in fiber and all good things.

It’s the texture, smell and taste. I think it was because at the old-fashioned Catholic school I attended (superb education, thank you, Sisters of St. Joseph), a bean dish of some kind was served almost every day. The school was not in a particularly wealthy parish, and it was a way to serve a hot, nutritious lunch. The beans were fibrous, tough, horribly salty, and swimming in fat blobs from ham hocks and “parts.” The nuns made us clean our plates, no leaving anything. The corn bread was great. The fried chicken was great. Pot roast and beef stew were good. The beans. Argh.

I’ll save what happened to me when I retorted “Let them come get it,” when the lunchroom nun admonished me about the “starving children in China.”

So, limeade beans. Key lime jelly beans. Chocolate ones. I beg your indulgence.

Confession complete.
 
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