The most amazing beans ever

Last week mom went to visit Bachovo monastery. As you should know by now, mom is not really into monasteries, so I naturally did not post about it. However, something that happened that day turned out to be an amazing experience.

Outside the monastery there was a series of selling tables, anything from preserves to souvenirs, to toys. One table had beans and potatoes. The Rhodope mountains area is famous for both. The guy at the table gave mom and Goldie a serious speech about the beans, the different varieties and qualities available. He went on and on about the top quality beans tasting like butter. Mom bought the story and got the top quality beans and a huge bag of potatoes.

The potatoes were good as advertised. Mom had some but she used most of them for my food. No complaints here. Today she decided to make the beans. She soaked them overnight, and then decided to give the 'quick soak' method also a try. So she brought the beans to a boil, added half a teaspoon, turned the heat off, and then took me out for a walk.

When she came back and checked the pot she had a blackout moment. Had she made beans or pasta? The beans were completely tender. She decided to make a very simple recipe, just with onions and celery, salt pepper and some paprika (we are in Bulgaria after all), brought them to a boil, turned the heat off and forgot about them.

Around midnight she thought she should check whether the beans needed to be refrigerated. She opened the pot, saw the mushy substance in it, and decided to have a taste. What followed is difficult to describe. The beans tasted like butter indeed. She ended up eating two heaped portions, and even put some in my food, as if I care.

Good thing that it will be just the two of us in the bedroom tonight.

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Other miscellaneous monastery attractions:

Before you say "aawwwww!", you should know that this is the sacrificial lamb, waiting in death row in the monastery's yard.

Now, this DOES deserve a big "AAAWWWW!" Stray monastery puppy who, of course, did not escape mom's affections. And no, of course I wasn't there *&^%$#@!