Now, I paid the rather crazy price of 79 cents (plus tax) for a pound of dried pinto beans. I think I ended up tossing about 1/4C before they even made it into the pot. They were deformed, or pealing, or they'd split and were looking rather waxy. I think either the beans weren't totally dry when they got bagged, or the bag got wet somewhere between processing and my kitchen. I'm just not sure where. So I'm eating Mystery Beans (cue creepy music). I got them picked over, eventually, and crock potted them, and let them cook. Tossed 1/4 of the huuuuge onion (all diced small) in when they were about half done for flavor and whatnot. And salt, of course.
I had two plates-full yesterday, and I probably need to slow down, or there won't be any left. That'd be bad, because I have refried bean plans for at least some of them.
The real reason I probably won't be having gnocchi is... kinda tough to admit, actually.
I'm working with a limited amount of flour right now. Gnocchi takes an unknown amount of flour. I keep using flour for other things (like fried zucchini and cookies) and am now down to a *very* measurable amount of flour. Which is not enough to make 2lbs of gnocchi with, I don't think.
But I made half a batch of oily sugar cookie dough, with extra cinnamon and vanilla, so right now I really don't care. Maybe tomorrow.
I have, BTW, no idea how the cookie "recipe" cooks, I always seem to eat it raw.
Cookie ratio doubles each time, btw-
- 1 water
- 2 oil
- 4 sugar
- 8 flour
Then a dash of salt, a glug of vanilla, a spoon of cinnamon, another of baking powder (soda?). I leave off that last one- don't need it if you aren't cooking them.
Off topic. I was watching videos on YouTube again, Wonderwall specifically, and there was some kid complaining that he never got to see it live, 'cause he was born in '93, and almost all the live shows were like '96, 97...
And then I realized that kids born the year I started high school are starting college this year. Not all of them, but... It made me feel old. Like when someone tells me they went to a "rave", but it happened in a *real* club, legally, and I still connect the word to underground parties in abandoned BFE-type locations.
Yep, I'm feeling old today.