Beans, beans, magical fruit...

I made some beans the other day. 

Since I like the overnight soaked refried beans, I started soaking them early Monday morning with plans of cooking them later that evening. Coincidentally, I got a call that morning asking me if there was any way I could take the shift of a fellow midwife who was sick. I eagerly took the opportunity, rushing to grab food, uniform and keys before racing out the door. The next morning, getting off of shift, I stayed at the clinic to work on some reports that I had missed, thinking I’d stay in the area until class that afternoon. Getting home after class, I walked into my room, and realized that I had forgotten about my beans. 

They had been sitting in the pot, soaking now for a day and a half, and when I opened the lid, a slightly interesting odor escaped, but I figured, why not finish making them? Draining the old water, I added new water and a bit of garlic. I put it on to boil, made sure it was safely simmering, then went to my room to read, setting my alarm for an hour. The next thing I know, I wake up in the middle of the night with this feeling that I forgot something. I stumble over to my open window, wondering why I hadn’t closed it before going to bed, then, as I saw my shirt, I wondered why I hadn’t changed before heading to sleep. Then it hit me! I ran to the kitchen, expecting to find a mess of an oven, and a black mound of beans. When I got there, the element was off, and the beans didn’t look too bad, with just one layer burnt on the bottom (thanks to whoever turned them off). Even though it was 1am, I thought it best that I finish the process of making them before I went to bed and totally forgot about them again. 

So like I said...I made some beans today.