Mr. Bean Jeans

My husband Otto has a weird relationship with beans. Otto insists that he loathes beans. Every time we eat out the first question that Otto asks the waiter is if there are any beans in the soup. One lone bean and no soup for Otto unless we are eating Mexican food-- then all the bean rules change. Otto adores bean dip and isn't apt to share.

For the past fourteen years I have cooked for Otto and faithfully made every dinner a beanless one. Tonight I had reached my limit with this unpleasantness about the beans when I made chicken cobbler. At 8:00 Otto was starving to death when he dug into the cornmeal and cheese topping and asked: "Is that a black bean I see in there?" Of course I said, "No dear, that is black corn."

The man had three helpings and said that the chicken cobbler was so good that he would put it in his top five favorite list. Sorry Otto, but you had many beans last night.

Ah, the life of The Joker's Wife...