The beans had been in the crock pot since noon and were ready to serve at least a couple of hours before I was ready to eat them. It was the aroma that made me want to wait. I stirred them more often than I needed to, just to get an extra whiff at full strength. Actually serving myself would break the spell.
Or so I thought. In fact, the eating turned out to be the best part of the experience. Much better, in fact, than the chopping of the onions. Iíve studied videos of onion chopping in great detail on a couple of web sites, and it looks so easy until I try to do it. I tend to mangle things when I have a knife in my hand. My knife skills are easily the weakest part of my cooking.
Well, theyíre the weakest part of my prep work, anyway. My biggest weakness is the fact that I donít have an ease with blending flavors, so I tend to follow recipes more precisely than a real cook would. I measure more than necessary, and I stifle my imagination. That comes as a result of bitter experience. Bitter and sour and sometimes downright distasteful experience. Fool me once, wonít get fooled again, as a former public figure once said.