In preparation for dinner tonight I found myself doing something. Something odd. Something insanely curious. You see, I needed a bag of these.
Mixed veggies.
But the recipe needs them thawed and drained. So I put them in the thingy here to thaw them. And to let them drain.
Then I started picking stuff out. You see those things in my sink? Every single one of them came from that bag. In fact, if you were to look more closely at the picture above, you wouldn't find a single one of those things in the bowl. But if you do, please let me know right away. I'm gonna add those to the casserole soon!
What are they? I call them horsey beans. That's what my grandpa called them. We had to eat them at my grandparents' house when we were young. I think they may have even come from his garden. We always had to eat the horsey beans. And I can even hear my grandpa saying Horsey Beans.And Happy New Year.
And Hey Cookie.
So why do I pick them out?
These little people.
It's all in the name of love.Or
It's all in the name of I don't want to hear any complaining about what's on your plate tonight so just go right on ahead and eat it!!
And love.
(And I DO know they are lima beans. We were just told they were horsey beans at grandpa's house.)
