Jenn's Bean Diaries #6

We murdered the unborn baby can of black beans.
Here's everything I made in one week.

Jenn's Bean Diaries #5

A bean murder most foul. You, the internet, did this!

Jenn's Bean Diaries, #4

I've been hesitating to open any of my bean can-panions because

1) I love them.
2) I will have fewer friends.
3) I do not have the containers or room in my fridge and freezer.

Jenn's Bean Diaries, #3

I'm fine.

Bea and I are fine.

All bean diaries: One | Two | Three (You are here).  | Four | Five | Six

Jenn's Bean Diaries, #2

Cohabitating with this can of black beans role-playing as garbanzo beans was getting to me.

I realized that this can was my Wilson.

Meet Banzo.

Jenn's Bean Diaries, #1

Well before ~the virus~ became a thing, I used a delivery service for my restaurant supply. As a caterer, it's pretty normal. For a party of 50, I typically need one bulk can of garbanzo beans. It makes four quart-sized batches of hummus.

I was preparing for a gig and asked for one can along with everything else. Ten pounds of chicken, compostable plates, wheels of cheese. When the delivery person arrived, she was lugging a case of beans up the stairs.

"Whoa, did you charge me for a WHOLE CASE?"
"It scanned as one, I swear."