I believe I've posted before about the post-holiday doldrums that typically set in for me this time of year. So, to that end, we re-enacted Xmas Eve on Friday night. Lori purchased "A Christmas Story" for me on DVD about a week ago--curiously enough, I've never seen that movie except for on TV. So, we decided to have an Xmas Eve do-over to watch it. No presents for the re-enactment, though, damn it. FYI, the TV version is the same as the DVD version, I figured it had been edited for time, but couldn't really discern that anything substantive had been cut. And believe you me, I've seen it a LOT.
I made
Baco Dip for the occasion. No photos, sorry about that. That dip is pretty darn good, gross as it sounds. I must also mention that
the blog I pulled this from is fantastic. Wonderful recipes.
Unfortunately, my other culinary adventure of the day didn't turn out so well. I embarked on a black bean soup recipe that called for dried beans. The recipe didn't specify that I soak the beans first, so I didn't. That was my first mistake. Here's a pic of the soup just as I started:
The recipe instructions said to simmer for 2-3 hours until the beans were tender. Well, guess what? When the beans haven't been pre-soaked, they don't really get very tender. Three hours into it and the beans were, shall we say, chewy. So, I continued to simmer. Three more hours and we were getting there. But, by that time I'd had enough of messing with the soup. I attacked it with my trusty immersion blender, thinking bits of bean would cook more quickly than whole beans. Lori had a bowl of it and said it was good, but I was so tired of tending to the soup that I couldn't bring myself to eat it. Anyone who knows me will realize that this is highly irregular for me. Now I have a freezer full of black bean soup that I may or may not eat. Bummer, man.
I learned a valuable bean lesson this week. Pre-soak, pre-soak, pre-soak.