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<blockquote data-quote="slick4591" data-source="post: 939180" data-attributes="member: 16503"><p>This is totally un-Southern of me, but that would be pinto beans for me. When I was a kid I would spend summers with my grandparents. They were far from wealthy and at every lunch and dinner there were pinto beans. I would smell them cooking every morning when I woke and my breakfast eggs tasted like them because of the smell. They were there at lunch and the leftover ones were for supper. Every day rinse and repeat until school started again and I went home. Mother didn't cook them very often, but I finally got to the point where I refused to eat them.</p><p></p><p>In '03 I got into the BBQ restaurant/catering gig and that's when the pinto beans came back to haunt me. I had to make the cotton pickin' things by the gallons at least three times a week. After playing with the recipe that was in place I finally developed my own recipe, which I based on my wife being the official bean taster. Truly, it would not bother me if I never ever saw another pinto bean again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="slick4591, post: 939180, member: 16503"] This is totally un-Southern of me, but that would be pinto beans for me. When I was a kid I would spend summers with my grandparents. They were far from wealthy and at every lunch and dinner there were pinto beans. I would smell them cooking every morning when I woke and my breakfast eggs tasted like them because of the smell. They were there at lunch and the leftover ones were for supper. Every day rinse and repeat until school started again and I went home. Mother didn't cook them very often, but I finally got to the point where I refused to eat them. In '03 I got into the BBQ restaurant/catering gig and that's when the pinto beans came back to haunt me. I had to make the cotton pickin' things by the gallons at least three times a week. After playing with the recipe that was in place I finally developed my own recipe, which I based on my wife being the official bean taster. Truly, it would not bother me if I never ever saw another pinto bean again. [/QUOTE]
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