Thursday, September 1, 2011

An Appearance in Bluestem Magazine

read the essay
The Accidental Vegetarian
by Gary Presley

When I want a hot breakfast or when I’m tired of cereal and fruit and yogurt, I eat butter beans. It is easy to open a can, rinse the beans, pop them in the microwave, and then drizzle soy sauce over the steaming bowl. A can-full is enough, a supposed sixteen ounces in content, perhaps a third of which is liquid, which either goes down the drain or into bowls for the dogs to share. The beans taste almost oatmeal-like, these eponymous butter beans – sensually warm on the tongue, creamy in texture, with flavor that is a soft combination of earthy and woodsy.

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