What I eat, apparently

So the beauty of the bean concoction that I made yesterday lies strongly in its cheapness. $.60 for a can of beans, $.60 for a can of tomatoes, a scoop out of a large bag of frozen corn that cost $1.50, a chunk of cilantro for a buck, and misc. seasonings already sitting around. And the rice: a scoop out of a 10 lb bag that cost $6. Oh how I love Asian grocery stores.

And the beans go on forever, as beans are want to do.

My lunch. Or rather, half of my lunch, as the other side of this baby was rather identical to the first.

I got bored and soaked some chicken parts in bbq sauce for awhile, baked them, and they worked as excellent accompaniment to the Delightful Bean Scourge.

I cropped that, not necessarily for the artistic feel, but because the chair that plate sits on isn’t exactly promoting of a healthy appetite, if you know what I mean. And by this, I mean it had been sitting in the sun for a few days and had accumulated the sort of look that such a piece of furniture is apt to acquire, especially considering the feisty tree and bushes nearby.

I still have beans left, somehow. I promise I won’t take any more pictures of them, really.

I believe that pork and beans are rather akin to sake - good either hot, or cold, but never lukewarm.

This is a neat image if you ignore the fact that a.) there are stains on the potholder, b.) it’s a bowl of beans sitting precariously on a stuffed chair, and c.) this might just be the last thing you’d want your Fondue au Chocolate to look like.

I’ve had erratic appetites in the past few days. Thusly, that bowl of (hot) beans was breakfast. I also engaged in a pre-dinner appetizer of beans, cold and straight from the can. It was, indeed, beantastic.