I’ll do a more comprehensive recap in the next few days, but I want to quickly note what happened last night as it has been pretty typical at least once a week.
Having finally figured out the perfect Spanish [brown] rice recipe from scratch a few days ago, I threw together another batch and happily watched my rice cooker steam away while I made a cold sofrito and fresh guacamole. I was on a role! At my 3 year old’s
demand suggestion, I broke out the masa harina and we even made our own tortillas. Things were going well.
First speed bump: I went to put my pre-soaked beans into the pressure cooker. But…there were no pre-soaked beans. The only can of beans in my pantry was a can of baked beans from a cookout earlier this month. (Left over because they went over the 5 or Fewer rule and I took something else.) I didn’t even bother to read the label and just decided that I would stick to rice, carne asada and guac in my tortilla.
Second speed bump: I didn’t have enough vwg to make seitan carne asada. Having no beans was bad enough (no way I was putting baked beans anywhere near my now-legendary-in-my-own-mind rice) but I pretty much had based this entire meal around making my favorite mock meat. I live in Saxapahaw, and vwg is not one of the few items ever stocked at the petrol station/general store. Since I was already out of bounds with the baked beans, I just shrugged and reached for the box of emergency Vegan Grillers stashed at the back of the freezer.
After dinner I was rummaging around the freezer for a frozen banana and found a couple of bags of frozen, cooked beans. Damn! I had completely forgotten that the last time this happened - not having my own beans, that is - I spent a weekend cooking up three different kinds of beans and freezing them in 2 cup allotments. Thawing out frozen cooked beans wouldn’t have taken any longer than pressure cooking pre-soaked beans.