{"id":26,"date":"2015-03-23T03:59:00","date_gmt":"2015-03-23T07:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/23\/the-bean-doctor"},"modified":"2015-12-16T17:11:58","modified_gmt":"2015-12-16T22:11:58","slug":"the-bean-doctor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2015\/03\/the-bean-doctor\/","title":{"rendered":"The bean doctor"},"content":{"rendered":"

I believe everyone should know how to doctor a can of beans. I also believe that, having said this, I have become my father. I also believe I would do anything, anything, absolutely anything to get R. Kelly\u2019s “I Believe I Can Fly<\/a>,” which lodged itself in my head as I was typing those first two sentences, back out of my head again. Spread my wings and fly awaaaaaaaaaay<\/i><\/p>\n

I come from a family of bean doctors. The beans we ate most often were baked beans – Bush\u2019s brand, I think – to which my dad added brown sugar and Worchestershire sauce. We ate them whenever my mom was out for the evening, usually with boiled hot dogs. It felt like a secret that only he and I were in on, and it was my favorite meal as a kid. It might still be, because you can\u2019t improve on a combination like that. Burg could also be known to crack open a can of cannellini beans, rinse them, and dress them with pesto to make a quick salad. If he was feeling frisky, he would then plate his cannellini salad by carefully piling spoonfuls of it onto individual endive leaves, as though he were making canap\u00e9s for a banquet. He could throw down.<\/p>\n

I married a bean doctor. We always have canned chickpeas and black beans in the cabinet for Brandon\u2019s chickpea salad with lemon and Parmesan<\/a> or his quick black beans with cumin and oregano<\/a>. One night last week, when he needed a late dinner after work, he drained and rinsed some chickpeas and tossed them with warmed leftover sauce from a batch of penne alla vodka<\/i>. As for me, if I happen to have pinto beans around, I make Luisa<\/a>\u2019s, or rather Melissa Clark\u2019s, fake baked beans<\/a>. (The. Best.)<\/p>\n

I know that some people look down their noses at canned beans<\/a>: maybe they don\u2019t taste or feel quite the same as perfectly cooked-from-dried beans, and they can be higher in salt, and then there\u2019s the specter of BPA in the can lining<\/a>. I do keep dried beans around, and I cook them often, and sometimes I do a good job of it<\/a>. But there is nothing inherently wrong with a canned bean. Being told otherwise makes me tired. Canned (or jarred in glass, if you prefer) beans can be very good – especially brands like Progresso, Bush\u2019s, or Goya – and it doesn\u2019t take much effort, or much time, to make them great. VIVE LE BEAN DOCTOR.<\/p>\n

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My cousin Katie makes something called Creamy Beans, and she shared her method with me a few weeks ago, when I called to pick her brain about seven-minute eggs<\/a>. You upend four cans of beans – black or pinto are best – and their liquid into a saucepan, add a chunk of butter, and shake a bottle of hot sauce over the pan for ten seconds. You stir it all up, and then you let it simmer gently until the liquid is thickened and the beans are starting to break down. Katie learned about Creamy Beans from a co-worker, and now she and her husband Andre usually make a batch once a week, have it with or for dinner, and then eat the leftovers in the mornings that follow, with seven-minute eggs on top.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve made Creamy Beans twice since Katie told me about them, once with pinto beans and once with black beans. Pintos don\u2019t break down much – it\u2019s mostly about letting the liquid thicken and get creamy – but with a long simmer, they become wonderfully tender, even more than the average canned bean. Black beans break down more easily, though I stopped cooking mine before they really did; I let them cook just until they were fudgy, gooey. In any case, the butter gives them a quiet richness and heft, while the hot sauce brings acid to offset their natural earthiness. It\u2019s sort of a cheater\u2019s version of refried beans, sort of. June cheerfully ate bowlfuls of Creamy Beans on their own, while I topped mine with eggs and more hot sauce – and once, feta, though it didn\u2019t totally jibe. Next time, I\u2019ll slice avocado on top and grate some sharp cheddar.<\/p>\n

Have a happy week, all.<\/p>\n\n

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Creamy Beans<\/h2>\n

Adapted from Katie Caradec<\/h3> \n \n <\/header>\n\n
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