Sunday dinner. Could’ve done without out-of-season okra.

Y’all. Go to Sam’s, right now, and get you some Weber Honey Garlic Rub.

You don’t have a Sam’s card? Go get one, you cheapskate. You’ll save the $50 a year on toilet paper, laundry detergent and dishwasher soap. Not to mention whatever other goodies you get in the habit of buying.

I was in Sam’s the other day, picking up some of the basics I get at Sam’s, and sampling the samples as I shopped. If you go to Sams about 11 a.m. on a Friday, you can basically eat lunch off the samples, if you’re not plumb ravenous. And sometimes, you try something you just have to buy, which, of course, is their point.

And they had chunks of chicken breast, sprinkled down with Weber’s Honey Garlic Rub, and sauteed on their little hot plate. And they were pretty decent, albeit REAL garlicky, and I thought to myself, “Self? We could make use of that, couldn’t we?” and Self agreed that we could, albeit we’d need to do something to tone down the garlic just a bit, else our breath would become a corporeal object.

So we bought it.

And promptly forgot about it.

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Some kinda soup

January 3, 2016

NOTE: This post has been hanging around in the “drafts” folder for a few weeks, at least since sometime before Christmas. You’re getting it today because I see little prospect of cooking anything today. Truth be told, I feel so rotten I see little prospect of eating anything today. Damn a sinus infection, anyway.

Soup. Good, solid, healthy, tasty bean soup.

Soup. Good, solid, healthy, tasty bean soup.

I can see the Instant Pot is going to enable even further my tendency to start out with a dish with no real idea where I’m going to end up.

I had been baking all day, and thus sampling and nibbling sweet stuff. I wanted savory. I wanted something that would stick to my ribs. I wanted something that would enable me to create a little room in the fridge.

I wanted soup.

I had beans in the fridge, the last of the Ojo de Cabra as well as a combo of Alubia Blanca and Domingo Rojo I’d cooked up for a salad that never got made. That would make a good start. Where to from there?

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Much more than just beans

December 13, 2015

Oh, yeah. Rice and beans to a new level.

Oh, yeah. Rice and beans to a new level.

Yes, Virginia, premium ingredients do make a difference.

And the damned Instant Pot is costing me money.

I decided, since I now have the ability to pressure-cook things, that I would splurge and order myself some Rancho Gordo heirloom beans, which are supposed to be all that and a bag of chips. At three times the price point of grocery store beans, they ought to be.

So I went to the Rancho Gordo website, where I was confronted with an astonishing array of all kinds of beans. Big ones, little ones, white ones, red ones, purple ones. And they all looked so fascinating that I — well, I ordered a package each of eight different beans. Plus a bag of wild rice.

I have yellow-eye beans. I have scarlet runner beans. I have eye-of-the-goat beans.

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