"No Exploding Carrots, And Only a Hint of That Cigarette Smell!"

 


(Original photo stolen from this site and this site)

That would be my motto if I marketed my own special bean stew to the general public. Long story involving an overaggressive stove burner and a husband with finely-tuned taste buds. Long, boring, sad story.

Comments

[noe noe girl]

well at least you can cook!

[foolery]

Meg, you know the 15-bean soup dried beans you buy in the store? I make that but start with a pound of stew meat and a sliced sausage. Then after cooking the beans and meat I add every vegetable known to man (except carrots. Don't need no 'sploding carrots) and WINE and it's delicious. Half soup, half stew. And if the #$@?! burner freaks out, it has that cigarette taste and smell we love so much.

Bob, the reports are not to be believed. Nor reported.

CBW, my cooking is less about the cuisine and more about the performance art.

Thanks you guys!

-- Laurie

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

Oh my. I'm having flashbacks to the turkey episode and am laughing.

Sorry.

(But I'm still laughing.)

[Bob Cleveland]

I mean, like, Mom's bean soup sure did.

Ohhhhh yeaaaaahhhhh.

:)

[Bob Cleveland]

I'm thinking you'd get some pretty good reports...

[Meg]

Bean...STEW? What is this "bean stew" of which you speak?