OMG, you guys, you should smell the beans that I put into the crockpot last night. My whole apartment smells like tasty goodness. I kind of want to start gnawing on everything in sight.
My weekend has been amazingly domestic. I spent a good chunk of yesterday gardening. My tomato plant is tremendous and I expect a bumper crop from it this year. I've also planted some flowers (that haven't flowered yet) and a couple perennials that I saved from the Meijer gardening section. They were such pathetic, overgrown plants but now they're happy and healthy and throwing off new blossoms to their ickle hearts' content. My rosebush is also extremely healthy and blossoming at a prodigious rate. There's something so wonderfully zen and comforting about caring for plants; watering, repotting, pruning and trimming, watching them grow. *happy sigh*
I also *gasp* did some housework yesterday, work which included putting the beans in the crockpot. I'm making some good, Mexican-style beans like the kind I used to eat in South Texas. The key to making norteño food is to remember the three staples, much like the
miripoix of French cuisine. These are
tomate, cebolla, y chile or tomato, onion, and hot pepper. You can pretty much figure out every kind of North Mexican dish if you remember those three basics. Oh, and
maseca (corn flour). For my beans I cut up a little bacon, one small onion, two jalapeño peppers and some fresh cilantro and threw it all in the crockpot with 3 cups of pinto beans and a lot of water. Then I just set it on low and let it cook overnight.
Anyone who knows me is now going 'OMG you cooked with
bacon?! I thought you never ate bacon!? It's true, I'm not a big fan of everyone's favorite smoked pig product but there are some places where you just need a little of that fatty goodness, and
frijoles al comal is one of those places.
Tasty food ... mmmmmmm ... Next I'm totally going to bust out my tortilla press and make some corn tortillas. Maybe I'll even cook up some meat and put together some taquitos. And I've still got that bag of rice ...
Wow, I guess I really want Mexican food. See, this is why I don't cook for myself very often, because I always get really involved and spend a day and a half on my new culinary project. I guess a girl can only live on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for so long before she needs some real food, even if the jam was homemade from in season MI strawberries by her mother.
Yeah, okay, I guess I'm going to go be domestic now. I'll leave you with my Cyborg Avatar:

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