They're Worth the Gas

God help my arteries.

The moros is ("are"?) almost done. The beans were done yesterday, and I left the pot on the stove all night without refrigeration because I am brave and I didn't feel like lugging them to the spare fridge and then trying to reheat them today.

They are really superb. That's not a tribute to me so much as a tribute to beans. If you can just force yourself to season them subtly, they will do the rest of the work for you. But most people ruin them with a lot of crap. Almonds and so on. Earth to bad cooks: almonds and beans don't work well together.

The rice is almost done. I measured out 18 cups of bean soup (from the beans) and cooked 9 cups of Conchita converted rice. This rice costs $2.29 for five pounds, but it's coming out better than the Uncle Ben's I used last time.

I put the shank bones in the rice so they would add whatever flavor was left in them.

Now I have rice that is fluffy and aromatic and the perfect shade of purplish red.

All told, I have four GALLONS of moros.

The store called, and the pig has arrived. I'm leaving in half an hour or so to get it. They also saved me lots of delicious beef fat scraps for use in making fries.

I had to pick up berries for shortcake. I think I'll let Val worry about the whipped cream.

Sick, sick, sick. I am so proud of myself.