I know, my fiancée makes it at home! I’m just a tomato kinda guy. Your comment and name made me think of greasy milk. I found it really inocuous and just a bit jarring, in a funny way.

Anyways, I retorted like that because I just ate this like a week ago. Ernest Hemingway wrote about it in For Whom the Bells Toll, in 6th grade it entranced me. It’s pretty baller. Bread, cheese and onion.

They understand mexicans and biting into raw onions. If I had a pot of my mother’s beans, I’d be in heaven. Every now and again celebrate where you come from or enjoy simple discomforts. It’s why Islam venerates pilgramages and fasting. Christians, lent. Etc.

Thanks for letting me rant, I’m gonna go buy some beans.

Edit. Am boiling beans

Doesn’t it have cream?