I know, you're all watching the Oscars and I'm still sitting here with my head up my food problem.
Well, no problem at all, today. It's raining so hard that some units in our townhouse complex have a flooding situation. We're OK for now; we're keeping an eye on things. But because the rain is about as effective as Martha Stewart's electronic ankle monitoring device at keeping us inside, we stayed home and cooked up a batch of beans.
Brett at In Praise of Sardines wrote about a divine-sounding Spanish tortilla (i.e. omelette) filled with white beans and green garlic. As food bloggers know, these recipe suggestions spread like plague — you notice the recent spates of scone blogging, marshmallow blogging, and the like? We caught the bug too, and Cranky and I immediately came down with a bad case of Brett's Truita de Mongetes i All Tendre.
However! A funny thing happened on the way to the toga party. Cranky cooked up a stellar batch of Sacramento Valley Great Northern beans, seasoned with fresh rosemary and bay leaf from the patio... And we pounced on it for lunch. With just a trickle of the cooking liquid. Seasoned with superb olive oil, a crack of pepper, and some chunky sea salt. I guess the tortilla will have to wait.
Look closely at the beans (click for enlargement); you can see the salt melting like icicles.
Now look closely at my sodden roof line; you can see huge raindrops as big as icicles.
I think we'll be safe indoors.
Oh, wait, was that George Clooney? Bye.