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On hobo beans

So, when my boy (let’s call him “A”) cooks, he makes these canned green beans which I have come to affectionately call “hobo beans.” That’s because I imagine hobos would cook them over an open fire and then use the empty can for… whatever it is that hobos use cans for.

I just got an email from A telling me he’s going to cook tonight (always a good thing) and is planning on making carribean chicken with rice & beans. Sounds good, right? And gluten-free to boot. BUT. I just KNOW he’s going to cook up a can of hobo beans to go with it, which all but ruins the meal. I emailed back asking if I could bring a vegetable perhaps, but he kindly refused my offer.

Hobo beans for dinner tonight, kids.

-L

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