Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The cats have insisted that I post tonight's blog.
Beanz is on my mind, because I find myself eating more of them. I've always considered legumes in general to be friendly sorts of things, something that fills you without having too many calories. Now I find I'm eating them more and more often. They bulk out meat or veg, they fill you up, they are, above all, cheap. There's a story by John Steinbeck in which a lady of questionable virtue brings up a large family singlehanded on beanz. Her view is that you can't go wrong with beanz. I started a message board thread a while back headed 'What food do you find you rely on a lot' and my own answer, which went on first was 'beanz'.
I am getting to the point, SparkFriend mine. Wait for it.
The point is, we all know what beanz meanz and it's not Heinz. Beanz meanz . . . Well, we know what beanz meanz, don't we? And If I say what, I'll be in trouble with the nice-minded Spark People.
But the problem is my cats dislike sudden loud noises and whenever I eat beanz for dinner, sudden loud noises are what they get. I ate beanz at lunchtime and more beanz for dinner and the cats are now outside in the garden sulking because they can't take the stress of an explosive housepest like me. The fact that I dare not feed them sardines because of the obnoxious effluvium they generate when they digest said sardines butters no parsnips with the cats.
Anyone got a cure for what beanz meanz?