June 29, 2011
“It’s all part of life’s rich pageant”
A friend of mine (who eventually became a VP at a Major Philanthropic Foundation) began his (adult) working life as a cross-country trucker. He said that although the so-called “boot-heel” of Missouri scared the bejeesus out of the most seasoned truckers, there was this place where you could go at 7:00 AM and get steak and eggs and bourbon AND watch a live sex show.
Actually, he said, that was also part of the scariness.
He also claimed that he met Patty Hearst when she was on the lam. When pressed, he said, “Well, she said her name was Tanya. And she stole my dope.”
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He probably knows Rick and Teel. Or he knew my Papa.
Jimmy Dean Sausage is for southern people to eat with their breakfast.
He can tell you stories.
Oh, Deron? Something I forgot to bring to Fannin County. I bought a seasoning mix for you and Amy. Breakfast/Pork Sausage Seasoning, it’s called. I will mail it.
Pork.
Breakfast/Pork.
In other news, tepary beans = food of the gods. I just cooked up a small batch of teparies. Sauteed a little diced onion and garlic, tossed in teparies I’d soaked, together with a little soaking water I reserved. Simmered a while and added just a little salt.
Now I can die with a smile on my face.
(Not to be confused with ojo de cabra beans, although I am going to try those next.)
I am falling in love with these heat- and drought-resistant little tepary beans, just as I fell in love with the Sonoran desert. They are so damn tasty pretty much as they are. And they are high in protein and fiber and release sugar very very slowly.
And Tohono O’odham (Papago) legend has it that the Milky Way is made of tepary beans scattered across the sky.
I’m a believer.
Sheila, thanks to you, I’m getting my mother a bunch of heirloom beans for her birthday, along with an heirloom bean cookbook. And I’m getting myself some tepiary and goat’s eye beans.
Beans make me happy.
Yes! My first batch of teparies got a tiny bit too smooshy on account of I was on the phone and got distracted, but they are still so damn good. They kept their shape and texture well, considering. If I weren’t greedily eating them all up right now, I would smash them with some oil and lemon juice and a little cumin and whatever and make a hummus-like spread.
¡Frijoles!
Free Lee Otis!
¡Frijoles!
Free Lee Otis!
Free tepary!
Frito Pie!
Free Goat’s Eyes!
Still a-goin’.
And when y’all move to Marfa, could y’all please maybe plant some of these I’itoi onions?
Okay. For that matter, we might plant some tepiary beans. We’re gonna have a huge garden once we establish a water catchment system.
How did we get on the subject of beans from a post on tough truckers having good times in the boot heel of Missouri?
This is Clusterflock. We can get to beans from anywhere.
Also, fish poop.
Beat me to it.
Go Mavs!
It’s a classic.
Speaking of the Mavericks, is Football going to be cancelled this year?
I haven’t let myself think about it, but no.
That reminds me of beans.