Till today, anytime I'm about to cook beans, I take my time to check properly to make sure there are no weevils on them. I can't imagine myself eating my beans and chewing together with bunches of weevils. I don't know how a lot of people are okay with that.
Take a look at the photo below; that's what people are eating for those that don't mind.
Way back at home, when I used to cater for my junior siblings as the eldest in the house when Mom and dad had gone to the farm, I would be given some money to prepare beans for me, my siblings and also keep a portion for my mom and dad to eat upon their return. You see, I've been a trusted chef since my childhood.
My mom would come back to meet a very small portion reserved for them, exactly the small portion like that of the size they use as sacrifice on a three-lane junction road.
"What's this? What happened to the beans? Didn't you buy according to the money I gave you?" I was so used to her usual question, and I dare not tell her that I threw away the ones containing weevils because my mom is hot-tempered. I would cook up a sweet lie and give it to her, which she usually accepted without doubt, which made me feel like I was winning, but little did I know that she was giving me a long rope to draw.
A day came, she was at home, no farm that day, and she gave me money to prepare beans as usual. I went and bought the beans, and in the process of picking, I threw away the ones containing weevils as my usual routine. Not only that, when I was about to put them in the pot, I poured the beans into a bowl containing water and sieved out the floating ones because those are the ones containing weevils too.
Hold on first; isn't that how it's supposed to be done? The floating beans are not good and are not considered to be eaten. Where are the food nutritionists here? Come and have a say.
So, I filtered and threw away the floating ones, and it was just the remaining few that I cooked. I did all these things with confidence because it has been my normal way of cooking beans and also because my mom was not close by at all. The kitchen is not attached to the main building because it's a firewood kitchen. But I didn't know my mom was monitoring my acts with her microscopic eyes from the parlour.
Yo! When I was done cooking, she came by herself and put down the pot of beans from the fire and told me that my portion was not included in what I cooked.
"Why?" I asked.
She said I should go and eat the ones I threw away.
I was dumbfounded and was imagining how she knew about it. I thought it was a joke, but she didn't allow me to eat the beans.
The beans I had enough sweat and heavy smoke while preparing.
After they had finished eating, she came out with sweat soaked on her body with a hand fan blowing air to herself and gave me the warning of my life. She said the day I throw away the beans containing weevils again, she's going to beat me blue and black. Her simple beating is usually blue and black, so the beating type she referred to was something bigger than blue and black; maybe it's going to be pepper red and devilfish black.
Mehn, the warning reset my factory setting, but it was very hard for me to start eating beans with weevils. I can't do that; the imagination of eating weevilled beans was harmful to my mental health.
What should I do?
I found a remedy, which was keeping a needle close to me whenever I'm picking beans. I would be picking the beans one seed after the other, and I would use the needle to pull out weevils from them.
Guys, the time I take to pick beans is usually 1 to 2 hours. Oh yeah, anytime I want to cook beans, I will plan it and start the journey on time.
Till today, I can't eat beans with weevils.
If I go to the market and see that all the beans in the market contain weevils, even very minimal ones, I won't buy them.
You guys that eat this thing, how do you feel about chewing together beans and weevils in them??
According to some people, they said it's the weevils in beans that contains the protein in beans. Dead!
Thanks for reading
