"Sometimes a cold front doesn’t means beans"

A few weeks ago I got so excited! I saw on the evening news that the following morning we were getting a cold front. I got ready, pulled out a big comfy sweater and a pair of baggy sweatpants, set them on the dresser and went to bed. So what the heck happened? The next morning I got up and went outside; it felt pretty darn warm. So I checked the thermostat and shoot, the outdoor temperature was 88 degrees. OMG, you call that a cold front? But, in my opinion, that didn’t amount to a hill of beans. By 7 p.m. it had dropped to 77. OK, so it was very pleasant walking my dogs while wearing my shorts and flip-flops, but it was still not an official “cold front.” Bedtime, 10 p.m., it finally dropped to 72 degrees. OK, I was optimistic. I went to the pantry and pulled out a big bag of dried red beans. I always like to make a big pot of red beans and rice when we get our first cold front of the season. Yes, I was optimistic it would get colder the next few days and beans always taste better the second day, right?

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