I’m thinking of doing a weekly post that includes our dinner recipe. Having not planned ahead, tonight’s dinner was a simple, but tasty family favorite of beans, rice, and cornbread. Dallas’ paternal side of the family is from the mountains of North Carolina, this is how they do it.
I make the pinto beans in a crock pot with bacon and onion. The rice is just white rice, browned in olive oil and then cooked with water, diced tomato, cumin seed, salt, and pepper. The cornbread recipe is from the trusty Betty Crocker cookbook and can be found here. The key to making good cornbread is to grease a cast iron skillet with Crisco (I use butter flavor) and then put it in the oven while it warms up. This allows the oil to get nice and hot so it sizzles when you pour in the cornbread batter.
As seen here:
Our family eats this in many ways. I like to have the beans served over my rice. (I also put an unhealthy amount of table salt on it. It’s your choice) The steam made this picture crap-tastic. Sorry, geez.
John likes to mix up the beans, rice, and cornbread. It looks like vomit.
Dallas eats the rice later and adds lots of raw onions to his plate. This gives him what I like to call ‘feces breath.’ It lasts several days. The bad breath not the food.
This is easily one of our families favorite meals. Even the twinkies eat it. However, tonight no one was happy.
That’s the thing about teenagers, you never know if they are coming or going. Tonight they were either worn out, worried about something they refused to tell us, or plotting to murder us in our sleep. It’s hard to tell.
Some nights we are smart and just ignore their little hissy fits. Tonight we chose to engage. The twinkies left the table to play some sort of imaginary shooting game. We ignored them and asked lots of probing questions like; What’s wrong?, How was school?, Anything you want to talk about? We almost gave up. It reminded me of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Dallas and I got a little punch drunk. Well, I was a few glasses of Pinot in, so probably more than “punch” drunk on my part.
I said, “What do we have to do to get a smile out of you guys?”
Finally Dallas said, “Say boobies.”
I smiled immediately, because I’m still in the 6th grade.
It took a minute, but pretty soon John smiled too.
It only lasted 40 seconds, but it was worth it.
Beans and boobies, the key to a perfect family meal.