...I came home to the smell of beans cooking on the counter. It smelled cozy and warm. I was excited that Pauler had been cooking beans just for me. I walked over to the crock pot (the lights were off-Pauler works late every night) and pulled off the tinfoil (because somehow, in transit, we lost the lid for it) and thought I was looking at pieces of ham in with the beans and I got really confused.
We don't have any ham? I thought. So the light was flipped and I soon realized what I thought was ham was actually pieces of onion and garlic and in fact one half of an entire onion.
4 and a half jars later, the crock pot was empty and no longer sizzling angrily at me for being too full. Now we have lots and lots of beans.
Gosh, I love that boy.
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