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I actually signed up to comment on this post and have been puzzling over exactly what to say, without getting carried away, ever since.

I too have a taste-memory of such beans buried away which you have awoken; I'll enjoy giving your recipe a try. Raised in the South, my memories comes not from a Grandmother, but from a Creole "maid". (Images from "The Help" are appropriate...)

You've written an evocative piece; perhaps also a cautionary tale. It's ashamed that so often we do not understand the power of such connections and memories until it is years past "too late" to pass them along or to savor them in the moment.

Women are the primordial source of nourishment. They should honor themselves more so in that regard.