|Not so much a blind spot as a|
pointed stick in the eye of reason,
but same principle.
|Mr. Ed went to the great glue factory in the sky|
years ago, of course.
|Shown: Lawsuit waiting to happen.|
Turns out you can take an ordinary dried bean (pinto, kidney, great northern) and sprout it and plant it in the ground and make a goddamn green bean plant.
|With all kinds of scientifically named parts and shit.|
|I didn't realize the Gabor sisters were two separate people.|
You expect me to understand the subtle relationships between planty things?
Here are my bean plants as of this morning.
I made these beans.
To tell the truth, I don't have much of a green thumb. If I had two plants, and I lavished attention on one and completely ignored the other one, the odds are that after a few weeks you wouldn't be able to tell them apart. That's why I was so stoked when the beans that I threw in a glass with a wet paper towel a couple of weeks ago, totally on a whim, actually sprouted and began to sport tiny roots. I felt like Frankenstein when the monster finally twitched.
|It's a legume! A LEGUME!|
And you know what? If my little plants do mature into bean machines, I can leave a few of them unpicked. They'll ripen and harden, and when I open them up, they'll contain...beans.
|Good for my heart.|
Or beans, for that matter.
If Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Moe, and Larry don't die, I'll keep posting pictures.