[Gravdigr]

Yesterday, Momdigr decided to cook pinto beans.

In the middle of her routine, we get both a phone call, and a personal visit informing us we will have no water for the next few hours, as the water dept is installing a new water main nearby. As Murphy dictates, the beans started to go dry, and needed a little water. No problem, there's probably some residual pressure in our pipes. Nope. Nothing. From any tap.

Then I saw the lightbulb turn on over Momdigr's head. She digs around for a minute, and, Viola!, produces a bottle of water, pours it in the beans, crisis averted.

A few minutes later there's a smell wafting through the house, that's not just beans. It's not an offensive smell, just different. Momdigr let's out an "Uh-oh."

She goes to the trash can and retrieves the bottle, which she shows to me and Popdigr.

Grape-flavored water.

You could taste that something wasn't quite right with the beans, but, if I hadn't known what it was, I wouldn't have been able to say what the taste was. The beans were totally edible, just different.

We had a good laugh and ate grape-flavored pinto beans for supper.