Snack bento for my little one (who is not so little anymore but remains my baby for eternity). Black bean, onion, tomato, corn salsa with small round corn chips. A tiny tangelo, and a baby bell cheese wheel. I made the black beans in the crock pot overnight. It's so simple and a serious time saver.
I have been criticized for not making beans the "authentic way." By a man no less. A man who says he feels its important to hold on to tradition. Where to begin?
This guy cooks maybe once, twice a year and his opinion is supposed to mean something to me? Brother please. I don't even have the time to explain to him the degree of his wrongness (it's a word now folks).
I cook almost everyday. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a couple of snacks. I wish I cooked for a living, but I don't. So I look for reasonable shortcuts in the kitchen. I do it mostly out of necessity. I like to eat food without mysterious ingredients and I need to save money. Sadly my husband cannot cook. Or I should say he doesn't cook. To be honest, as much as I would like more help with cooking duties, I am really, really picky. So to maintain harmony in the home, it's probably best that I keep cooking. This is just part of figuring out how to live with another person. I do not, however, wash dishes. I like to joke that I worked this into our wedding vows, but in reality I think I sprung it on him during that first year when we were trying to figure each other out. I think it's a fair deal. I shop and cook. He cleans. We all eat.