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Sorting beans will forever remind me of my Memaw. "Sit and sort." The night or day before so they could soak overnight. Sort, rinse, soak. Talk. When I was dealing with something we'd start sorting and she would wait. Wait for me to talk it out. Plink. Plink. Plink. The beans would hit the pot and she would just wait. Sometimes she'd insert a, "Listen up kid, I'm not sorting through these twice so pay attention to what you're tossin' in that bean pot!" She always knew what to say about whatever I was dealing with (she still does) and to this day, I associate dry beans with her. Navy, pinto and great northern for beans, fried potatoes and corn bread (I'm sure I got that combo wrong and will be corrected) and black eyed peas for New Years Day. I love the feeling of the dry beans running through my fingers as I concentrate and think, "Pay attention cuz I'm not going through these twice." I go through these mundane kitchen tasks when I've got lots of feelings coming up. Sort. Rinse. Soak. Repeat. #legacy
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