I've been trying to cook more with beans.
I haven't been wildly successful.
Tonight, I burned my pot of black beans. Because I forgot about them.
Marian (who is just learning to eat, at age 7, and not usually so cooperative) ate them anyway.
Until she couldn't stand the taste:
"Mom! It's so yuck, that burned taste. It's like a giant with dirty socks on!"
I am awesome.