Bean & Pasta Recipe

As you all know, I love foods. Specifically, the eating of the foods. Recently, meaning the last half of my life, I have really embraced the preparing of foods. Most mornings, I help Mum-mum prepare our smoothie by putting the ingredients into the Vitamix and sampling as many of the ingredients as possible along the way. I also enjoy stirring things while they are cooking, pouring ingredients into bowls, and placing* lids on things after their use.

Today, however, I found a very different use for foods. Because it was kind of rainy and muddy outside and we already went through one change of clothes today due to a Beacon-Hill-park-duck-pond incident, I thought it prudent to stay indoors. I asked mum-mum if she wouldn't mind collecting some dried pasta and beans for me to sort through. You see, I LOVE sorting. The method of my sorts are a complete mystery to others, but are actually quite scientific and well thought out. Here is what kept me busy for nearly 45 minutes.

A little while in, I discovered the joy of wearing foods as fingers. In this case some rigatoni fit quite nicely on my finger. If you have ever worn rigatoni as your finger, you understand the hilarity. If you haven't, go to your local grocer, demand one rigatoni and place it on your finger. 

I get this urge to wear foods as fingers from my mom as she and her high school pal, Carlene, spent may nights sporting bugles as fingers:

As my incredible attention span began to wane, more and more beans and pasta found their way onto the floor. THAT, my friends, is a whole other game. The sound of dried beans and pasta hitting hardwood is such a satisfying sound, I felt the need to repeat it 827 times. 

After I announced that my sorting and dropping time was over, I helped clean up the mess; however, I am pretty sure that we will be finding dried lima beans and chick peas for months…

Look cousin Ben, I can sweep, too! 

Love, Felix xo

*placing lids atop their containers is much different then actually re-sealing the containers. This "placing" can sometimes cause frustration for others, I am looking at you Auntie Heather, Uncle James...