Beans

This is not a story on how many beans I've eaten in the last few months. Although I have eaten more beans lately than I ever have in my entire life. For me the taste and texture is rather abhorrent. But, somehow they're not tasting so bad. Maybe the rinsing has something to do with it or making them from scratch is the key. Don't get me wrong, I won't become a card carrying bean eater any time soon but I will be more open minded.

The gist of my story was the chili Matt made for dinner last night. It was particularly good; I think the best he's ever made. I did, however, have very weird dreams. I married my brother (where his wife was I don't know) and after the ceremony realized I was still not divorced and would be a bigamist. It didn't seem to matter to my brother because he was off motorcycling with a friend. I was then taken to a Thanksgiving feast where an aunt had been up all night cooking three turkeys without stuffing. Then a group of friends and I went walking through road construction (I think it was a neighborhood where I grew up in) to a Baskin-Robbins' like place to buy a bunch of cookies. Those are all the major details I can remember.

I think I would prefer that beans just be a musical fruit and not a hallucinogen.