Personal Narrative: Pinto Beans

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Pinto Beans, simple, dark, and tasty. Beans, next to goat cheese and a corn tortilla with dirt and sweat. So much flavor in one bite. So easy to prepare and enjoy with your family or on your own. Memories and experiences come to mind when thinking of beans. Ever since i was born, beans have almost always been apart of my meals. They are easy to prepare and go well with other Mexican dishes. An old that is all beaten up is used to prepare the beans. The brown pinto beans cook in their own thick juice. Beginning to bubble you can smell the beans cooking. The first bite of beans that i remember was when i was about 4. I slowly put the spoon with beans in my mouth. The beans touched my tongue and met for the first time. Nice and soft the …show more content…

One saturday morning i was helping my mom prepare breakfast. That day we made beans and Mexican style eggs. While preparing the beans, i began to jump around and be stupid. I spilled the beans, which were how, on the floor. The first thing that came to mind was being smacked on the rear end. I stood there waiting to feel the smack. It never came. I wasn't sure what to think at the moment. My mother didn't say anything, and began to clean up the mess. I helped her clean up then she said it was fine and that we can make more. Beans aren't just important for me, but for my family. When you are really hungry, beans probably aren't the first thing that comes to mind. My parents come from families that were not sure if they were going to have a meal the next day. Being able to eat beans and only beans was a blessing. When my father was 8 years old, he spilled the food his mother was cooking, and then tripped onto a boiling pot that was on the ground. Even though he was hurt and it was an accident, his mother beat him because his brothers weren't going to have food to eat. The food that was being made wasn't even for my father. His mother never made him food and always left him alone to find a way to eat. When i spilled the food i thought my mother was going to hit me, but she

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