Another day, another bite.

I haven't felt much like cooking the last couple days. My big cooking accomplishment was fixing alfredo with mushrooms last night. I went an easy route today with a salad for lunch and a less than healthy dinner of cheese pizza bites. They were easy, they were there, and I just haven't had the inspiration for cooking something.


For a treat (or punishment, depending on how you look at it) I decided to chare a poem I wrote about my beloved lima beans.

"Lima Beans"

Green I am & from pods I came, the life of a lima bean is never done.

From the ground I come, towards the sun I grow.

Plucked from pods 7 either fresh, frozen, canned, or dried.

A lot of people dread my appearance.

A lot of people turn up their noses.

Bit I am the bean most over-looked.

Love me, eat me, make me yours.

I ho,d more magic than you may evern know.

Doesn't make you wish you were a lima bean all green and purdy and yummy.