If you cook, you have had a food disaster. When we were first married my husband tried to bread chicken with whole oats. Terrible. Once when I was rushing I neglected to click down the bottom in my springform pan. Mess and cake goo all over me and the floor. This week someone near and dear told me a story about beans. She made the bean salad out of my book Cook. Rich sweet vinegary dressing, sweet peppers and beans. She filled two containers full one for her husband and one for her. She ate her lunch thinking hmmm, chewy but the dressing tastes divine. An hour later her stomach started to feel funny and then bad. She thought about her bean salad, she had soaked her dried beans over night, drained them and added the dressing. Wait, had she cooked them? No. "Oh my," she called her husband," honey have you eaten your lunch" He had and felt fine but when he arrived home that night he looked at her and said" What have you done to us" He was up all night visiting the throne and she was absconded to the throne room for a very long time in the morning.
Motto of this story, You have to cook not just soak your dried beans Or open a can.
