Lately, I've been trying to recapture that lunchtime feeling from
We would then have to loosen our belts, and deal with that heavy, satiated felling for the rest of the afternoon.
So I bought red beans yesterday, out of nostalgia, and forgot to soak them over night. No worries I thought, I can just boil them for a few minutes, let them sit out for a while, and cook them for 30 mins. Not so. The beans were almost as hard as they were when they were dry.
So I decided to take a break and have them for dinner the next day. The next evening, I took them out of the fridge and cooked them for another hour. Still not soft enough to be edible! So I left them for the next day. On and on, until I had cooked them for what seemed like 4 hours! And they still aren't quite soft enough to eat.
I now have a newfound respect for Maman Cécile, the Congolese office cook.