The past few weeks have been busy.  I am taking a research methods class that has been occupying a lot of my time, but it is interesting and fun, so I can’t really complain.  Unfortunately that means posting on the blog has taken the back burner.

Anyhow, last week, we decided to make some Mexican food.  The chiles have been really good lately, and really hot.  I made salsa, and Brandon made enchiladas because he is awesome and truly the best husband in the world.  And we made a big pot of pinto beans.  Since we were working with dried beans, we planned ahead and sprouted them for a day or two.  Before we began cooking, I pulled out a few and decided to try to get them to grow.

I am really bad with plants.  We’ve tried growing herbs on the balcony but have not had any success, probably because the sun is scorching.  I really just wanted to grow these beans in water because I didn’t really feel like planting anything… but when I thought back to all the great things I learned in kindergarten, I realized that wouldn’t be possible.  Google wasn’t much help either because apparently growing anything hydroponically entails special plant food and elaborate construction projects that would require more than the five minutes I was willing to dedicate to this project.  So I put the beans on the sides of a jar nestled into a wet paper towel and decided to worry about their inevitable sun-scorched balcony death later.

They grew remarkably fast.  Jack and the beanstalk fast.  And yesterday when I noticed that one of them had basically grown two inches while I was at school, I realized it was probably time to plant them.  So we found a giant jar and decided to see if we can grow them indoors.

As we planted them, I found myself wondering why we hadn’t thought of this genius solution before.  Now I remember… I just looked at the bean plants a few minutes ago and realized the cats must have found them and eaten the leaves off of one of them.  We’ll see how long they last…