The Rocky Road to Bean Love

When I was a kid, living in Guadalajara Mexico, beans were a pretty standard staple of everyone's diet.

I hated beans.

Not without reason mind you. My first memory involved chomping down on a pea-sized rock hidden within my bowl of freshly made pinto beans.

Thar be ROCKS in the BEANS.

Having learned this lesson the hard way, my mother and I started diligently sorting our beans from the rocks before cooking.

I never got over the rock thing.

Many years have passed since those days of rock and bean sorting. And I feel a certain foodie responsibility towards beans - to give them the fair shake they deserve (sans rocks).

It was a friendly bit of nostalgia to realize they still sell bags of beans with rocks.