Hallelujah, it’s raining beans!
I just had a bean explosion in my kitchen. A literal explosion in which I dropped to the floor because I thought someone was shooting at me. Because you know, I live on the mean streets of Hope, Indiana where there’s cause for screaming like a pansy and dropping to the floor when you hear a loud noise.
In the words of my buddy Monk, “Here’s what happened“:
So I’m making a double batch of refried beans. And I employ my trusty pressure canner. Now I’ve not been canning long, so I still consult my user’s manual every time I use this bad girl because I’m a little frightened of her still.
So, I read step by step and assemble the pieces and everything is great. So I crank up the heat and wait for my beans to cook.
Now, I consider myself to be a half-way intelligent person, but what I did today was just plain stupid. It really was. You see, when I put the pressure gauge and the over-pressure plug on the lid, I switched their places. So, I had them in the completely wrong place. And the over-pressure plug flew out of it with a sound that was, I kid you not, like a gun shot. I was standing a few feet away from the stove, thank goodness because I could have been seriously injured and burned. Anyway, I hit the floor, just like I told you, screamed and then began to feel the rainstorm in my kitchen. Bean water shot straight up from the canner and hit the ceiling and then began to rain down all over the kitchen. It was a mess that took 3 hours to rectify. I’m not kidding.
Remember the old Stephen King book and movie, Maximum Overdrive, where all of the cars, machines and appliances in the world become murderous and start killing everyone?
Hey, I’m just sayin’…it could happen!