Inside my donut
Red beans are found
And in my slice of bread
Black beans abound
And for tasty pastries
Green beans are ground
White beans pureed are my noodle’s goop
Red beans pureed make a sweet cold soup
(While tasty enough,
The black bean sauce does look like poop)
When summer comes around
Red beans are the main theme
They are the Pot in PotBingSu
With shaved ice and cream
So when buying tofu at the market
And I’m asked,
“With or without” added ground black beans,
Though I’m not sure what that even means
“With!”, I say
Luckily, I like beans!
About the poem:
Before we went on a year-long trip to Central America, the best advice we received was from a friend who’d lived there, “Just decide that you like beans. And you’ll be fine. More than fine, you’ll be happy!”
Here in Korea, beans are in foods I’d never thought beans knew about. At first it was a shock, but now, if I bite into a donut hole and there are no red beans, I feel like I’m getting ripped off!
Deciding that I like beans in all these variations makes it fun and easy to eat here! As it did in Central America too!
About the author:
Joan Gregerson has visited 22 or so countries and is culturally mixed-up in almost any situation. This has given her the chance to chuckle at what ideas we all hold to strongly to, that are completely missing or considered false in another country.
Deciding that you like your life, and other tips, are the focus of my book: Tuning In to Inner Peace, on Amazon and Kindle.