An ode to rice and beans

In my Eurocentric foolishness, I admonished your supposed blandness and commonality. Oh, but how deep my wrong ran. Now, your presence in every place is painfully delicious reminder of my youthful error. Fried, baked, mixed, steaming and spiced, you are served daily. Oh, beloved arroz con frijoles, I still have some much of you to explore.
See you at lunch and dinner for more discovery.



(Note: not my picture)