More years ago than I'd like to admit, I sat in my grandparents' Snohomish farm kitchen and waited for my bowl of red beans … the kind that had cooked all the live-long day in a basting of bacon (and bacon fat) …. and which was destined for scooping with the whitest of white bread, slathered […]
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