Pinto Beans 2, Juice 0

That did not go well.

I soaked the beans for 24 hours.  Then I put them in the crockpot on High at 6:30pm.  Then I left to have a yummy Thai dinner with girlfriends. 

You know how sometimes you can have a lovely meal and you eat maybe a little too much and combined with a glass of wine about all you can do upon arriving home is fall into bed in a stupor? (Run on sentence much Juice?)  That’s about how I was feeling.  Tired, pleasantly satiated and in no mood to babysit beans. 

I checked them at 9pm and they were still pretty crunchy.  Shocker, I know.

So I made sure they had plenty of water and Cecilia and I went to bed.

At 1:30am I am awakened.  I know not why.  Gradually it comes to me that there is some smell in my room.  I realize that Cecilia must be going downhill more quickly than I realized, for she has clearly wet herself.  How sad!  And how yucky since she sleeps in bed with me!  I start patting her down to determine where the accident is and I can’t find any wetness.  In my sleep benumbed state I decide that she must have peed her dog bed, so I get up and start investigating that.  Still no wetness.

It is several minutes before the synapses start firing and I realize I’m smelling BEANS, not dog pee. 

Guess what?  The beans are cooked!  And tender!  And overcooked.  And mushy.  And watery. And inedible. 

So now I’ve learned that all day on Low won’t cook those beans, and 6 hours on High won’t leave them in any usable condition.  Thank goodness the whole bag only cost about a dollar.  Back to the drawing board.

Feeder, I am deeply offended by your insinuation of incontinence.  I cannot even bear to look at you.

PS Caron sent me this link about beans, and I may be even more confused than ever!