Before we left for New York, I was experimenting, as always with some food. I was having a craving for some baked beans, and I settled down to make a batch of them.
It turns out that the recipe that I had was not the best one, and both Jared and I agreed that the beans were terrible. We were eating them out of duty to not wasting food.
Somewhere along the line, Daphne got a taste of these awful beans, and she decided that she really liked them. For the next week, all she wanted was beans three times a day. She would walk Jared or I to the fridge and point to it indicating that she wanted another plate of those good 'ol beans.
Eventually, the chickens got them, but it was nice to know that the recipe wasn't a total bust!
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