In this post, you will find nothing about sewing. Today’s topic deserves tomes*, but its very own post will have to do for now. I heart refried beans. Although my husband and dog are the only things I would grab if my house was burning down, my tireless affection for this humble food has been with me much longer than either of them have. At any burrito joint (preferably, Freebirds), when asked about the beans, my choice is always pinto, it’s always refried if that’s an option, and I always ask the server to pile on as much of them as they’re allowed to. The rest of whatever’s loaded up on there is tasty but optional. At any Tex-Mex restaurant with the ubiquitous rice and beans on the side, it’s always all-beans-no-rice-thanks. OK Susan, point made.
I do not claim this recipe as the absolute ultimate or the most authentic. It’s simply the very, very tasty one that works best for me. Continue reading