When I first told my husband that I was thinking of starting a cooking blog, he came home with this can of beans that he found at an import store in town.
He smiles at me and tells me that it is for breakfast. Intimidated a bit by them, I let them sit in the cupboard for a few months. As I researched them more, it seems that people love them and seemingly they do nothing more than open the can and heat them. Simple enough right? I just had to wrap my American mind around the idea of eating beans in the morning. The other morning, I threw caution to the wind and tried it on my breakfast plate.
Well, what did I think? I have to admit, I wasn’t a fan of the straight out the can flavor, but I don’t think what I ate as the end all be all concoction of beanz. One day when I hop over the pond for a visit, I’ll reserve my judgement of this dish until then. For now, I will think of it as the equivalent to grits or boiled peanuts from my home region– an acquired taste, something you grow up with and love fondly, but something that doesn’t always translate well to other palates. Anyway, it was fun and exciting to try something new and look forward to my next food adventure, leaving a bookmark to revisit this again one day.