Chili

Every Sabbath we make haystacks for lunch. Yesterday, the beans blew up in my face.

We have horrible can openers, me being one. I can never get a full lid open without leaving spots untouched by the ineffective can opener, which means that the lid remains stuck to the can in several places. I usually have to pry the lid open with my hand, or, if I’m trying to put safety first, a spoon or something. Even then the can’s contents hide inside.

Needless to say, the cans of beans were no exception. I was tugging at a lid with a spoon, hard, when–suddenly–it gave way. Beans took flight.

They splattered my apron and the shirt I was wearing, but I really didn’t notice that until after a quick trip to the bathroom to get beans off my face.