Lordy, lordy, lordy. I went through my kitchen cabinets last night looking for things which have been sitting in there for ages with the intentions of using a few of the older things up. What should I find then some old dried pinto and red beans along with a bit of rice so I decide that I'll make some refried beans along with steamed rice and a few spices just to use the stuff up. Hours of boiling beans and steaming rice in a rice cooker is rewarded with some tasty bean and rice goulash type stuff which I've seasoned with a bunc of tabasco, chili powder, minced garlic, and butter. The stuff is great and I had it for both lunch and dinner yesterday but that is when the problems started.
All those beans are making me fart like no tomorrow. It doesn't smell to bad but there is enough gas for me to power a jet engine or at least create enough wind to power a sail boat. Where's the gas mask smilie when you need it?
All those beans are making me fart like no tomorrow. It doesn't smell to bad but there is enough gas for me to power a jet engine or at least create enough wind to power a sail boat. Where's the gas mask smilie when you need it?
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