Oh, black beans, I love you. For you, I will ride a train over an hour each way to get to the store that sells you. For you, I will pay more than is really reasonable. For you, I will spend my free afternoon in your pursuit.
In return, you give me a taste of home. You give me fiber while keeping most of the calories away. You give me a quick meal without the guilt that ramen brings to the bowl.
Black beans, I think it’s time I made my commitment to you public. There are times when I try to branch out, or I go away and it’s hard to find you or make time to seek you out. But I’ve realized the folly of my way. You and me, black beans, we go together like peas and carrots, like biscuits and gravy, like peanut butter and chocolate. You and me, we’re okay on our own, but we’re better together. From here on, it’s you and me, baby - I’ll make sure I always have you around.
I love you, black beans.
January 11, 2008 at 6:40 am
I think I’ve seen black beans with other women…….do you have an open relationship?