The day we ate undercooked beans

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I woke up to The Fonz heading downstairs at 4am.  As soon as I opened my eyes I thought, “hmmm… I feel weird.” But I didn’t pay much attention and just hoped to fall back to sleep.  Then it dawned on me that The Fonz was taking a long time to come back up stairs so I tore myself out of bed and yelled…

Hey Fonz, you okay?  What are you doing?

“Ughhhhh… I feel SICK!”

“Oh.  Me too!”  And I went downstairs to see what was going on.

I found him in the bathroom, laying on the floor with severe nausea.

And then I felt a niggle in the back of my head.  “I wonder…”

You see the night before I had made a recipe in the crockpot that included beans.  I’ve made this recipe before and we loved it.  And I especially loved that it called for dried beans instead of canned.

But guess what happens when you decide to go for a walk instead of getting dinner in the crockpot and then you go to volunteer at the middle school before you check your to-do list.

And guess what happens when you go straight from volunteering to get your eyebrows done and then come home and check your email instead of checking your to-do list.

Guess what happens when you think to yourself “Oh, it’ll be fiiiine that I’m putting the meal in the crockpot at noon instead of 8am.”

What happens is the beans don’t get fully cooked.  Yeah, yeah, we didn’t care so we happily gobbled up our soup filling our tummies to deep satisfaction.

And guess what happens when you eat undercooked beans…

You get SICK.  Really sick.

Did you know this?