Beans, and lots of them.

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I am terrible about measuring things out.  With some things it doesn't matter all that much.  I made, oh, four pounds (finished) of beans.  Black beans to be exact.  I have canned beans, if that is supposed to be for medium term stock.  Still, that has to be turned over.  Today I went with soaking and cooking.  There are so many things you really can do with beans.  Some of it I will eat just as is.  Most of it will go into a huge batch of chili, some of which will be frozen.  And yet I needed something different.

I got inspiration from one of my reads.  I will just call her bacon girl.  She wrote a post about home cured bacon.  Now, I have no way to do that, with or without a smoker.  But I do have bacon, cured from the hog I purchased and had slaughtered locally.  So, I took that as inspiration.  A half dozen slices of thick cut bacon were fried a bit crispier than I would normal do that.  They were removed, shredded, and put in to a large bowl.  Several scoops of beans where then put in to heat in the same pan, while a handful of mozzarella went over the bacon.  When the beans were heated, on top of the rest it went.  I didn't add a single spice this time.  It was quite good as was.  Tomorrow I will prep the chili.  I do enjoy the chili.  If I freeze half of it I then have an easy week some time in the future to boot.  It's so easy, usually.

I'm not really doing much better.  I am thinking, perhaps, I am taking too low of a dose of ritalin.   I had, minimally, been on 15 mg, if I didn't always take the full dose, or at least every day.  I may look over my supply, then call Monday and see when my next appointment is scheduled.  Then plan to ease up to 15 mg in such a way that I will not run out for a week after the appointment.  Of course, that means... suffering through the insufferable for a while longer, perhaps.  Gah!  I am so close.  I can feel the medicine trying to work, I can feel my body trying to use it.  It's just not enough, on either side, right at this time.  It's like an engine that just won't quite kick over.

If I remember right, it still took a bit for that amount of medicine to work.  A few days anyway, but I think more like a week to get either up to dose or used to it.  I can't swear, but... that's what memory says.  It didn't always work, either.  And yet it was the only thing that really ever helped.  Everything else I take, or have taken, I have had to crawl over.  Even the medicines I am on now, in spite of swimming.  It has merely been that they have allowed a small bit of health to return that has gotten me into the pool.  But I do have to fight the medicine.  Hmm, I may simply see if they will see me earlier.  Tell them what I am doing and see if they might want to check it.  Lame, not the best of posts, but...  Well, I am quite done in, have been for a while.  You get what you get.

Good night.