The beans from earlier in the week were such a hit with the family that I made a big pot of them yesterday (doubling the recipe). Everyone had a bowlful, or two, after we all got home from our busy day but I was just too fatigued to think about eating--summer heat and my hysterical illness do not mix well, especially with being out and about most of the day. After the sun went down and I had rested, however, I thought maybe some food would be good before going to bed.
So about 9:30 last night, I reheated the bacon grease left in the cast iron skillet from breakfast and tossed in a couple big scoops of beans from the bean pot. As it sizzled and thickened and smelled just all bacony, beany scrumptious, I grated a wodge of cheddar cheese (because it was what we had, a Mexican cheese would have been much preferred). I layered the cheese on top of the beans just as they were about a thick and delicious as I wanted.
When the cheese was all melty and bubbly, I put the beans in my favorite turquoise bowls that remind me of my Grandma, topped it with a bit more cheese and a big dollop of strained plain yogurt (like Greek yogurt, it's what passes for sour cream in our house). I sat down with the bag of tortilla chips and dug in.
One of my daughters came by, saw the chips in bean dip happening, and joined in, polishing off half the bowl. It was good to have a late night chat with a teenager. Food is a powerful magic.
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