THE JOY OF EATING BLACK BEANS
Painting by Annibale Carracci
About six months ago, a friend was patiently listening to several of my complaints about aging and some of its annoying and irritating consequences. He asked me if black beans were a part of my diet. When I told him I couldn't recall the last time I had eaten black beans, he smiled. "Just what I figured," he said, seemingly glad that my answer was negative.
After a few more minutes listening to his praise about some of the immediate joys of black beans, I was a believer.
That was six months ago. Now, after consuming about seven ounces of black beans with my evening meal, I must say that I am a happier guy, a normal and regular guy with one major complaint about aging gone. It is so good to feel good.
Painting by Annibale Carracci (The Beaneater)
THE JOY OF EATING BLACK BEANS
Painting by Annibale Carracci
About six months ago, a friend was patiently listening to several of my complaints about aging and some of its annoying and irritating consequences. He asked me if black beans were a part of my diet. When I told him I couldn't recall the last time I had eaten black beans, he smiled. "Just what I figured," he said, seemingly glad that my answer was negative.
After a few more minutes listening to his praise about some of the immediate joys of black beans, I was a believer.
That was six months ago. Now, after consuming about seven ounces of black beans with my evening meal, I must say that I am a happier guy, a normal and regular guy with one major complaint about aging gone. It is so good to feel good.
Painting by Annibale Carracci (The Beaneater)