My Lonely City

First, there is something about winter – especially this kind of grim, grey, threatening wintery weather – that makes one wish to sound important. I am actively fighting against that as I write.

And second, the expression “cool beans.” Beans are, generally, not good cool – they are much better hot. Much, much, much. I can only think of two exceptions to this – Vegan Yum Yum’s Chickpea Mash (I could live off this and nothing else. No, really.) and rinsed black beans in a crisp summer salad, with some raw corn and balsamic dressing. Other than these, beans are meant to be hot. So the expression “cool beans” makes no sense. Is all I’m sayin’.