Beans Means…


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here was a knock at the door in the middle of day, which only means one thing. Parcels! I opened the door to see a burly courier with a dainty picnic basket in his hands. He looked a little uncomfortable and was eager to hot foot it out there, leaving the picnic basket behind.

Inside were some goodies from Edgell. Beans and things. I have grand plans for the goodies. The chick peas will be made into hommus, the four bean mix into healthy nachos and the red kidney beans into a yummy winter soup. And the beans and corn will be gobbled up by Lacey and I. Nom. Nom.

Edgell left a nice little note inside too, reminding me that legumes are natures superfood – a great source of protein and filled with nutrients. They’re a cheap alternative to read meat, and pretty darn versatile too.

I just need to hide them from Hubby… because we all know… beans, beans, good for you heart, the more you eat the more you…. {we all know how that ends}.

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