So My Sister Doesn’t Rinse Canned Beans, and Now I Can’t Sleep at Night
Okay, dramatic title — but hear me out. Last weekend, my sister made chili. And not just “it’ll do” chili. I’m talking rich, spicy, cozy-in-a-bowl chili. The kind that makes you want to cancel plans and eat on the couch in socks. All was right in the world — until she said eight words that nearly made me drop my spoon: “I don’t rinse the beans. I use the liquid.” Excuse me? You mean… the weird goop in the can? The thick, murky water that smells vaguely like a bean spa? I stared at her, waiting for a punchline. There …










