Let's face it; I give Misty plenty of opportunity to make fun of me.
We ate mixed-bean soup for dinner one night recently. While studying the 20 oz. bag of 15 different kinds of beans, I came upon this note: "Sort and rinse beans prior to cooking." I was dumbfounded.
"They expect us to sort these?!" I asked Misty. "Why the hell did they mix them together if we just have to sort them out again?!"
When she stopped laughing at me, Misty informed me that sorting beans means something different altogether. Then she called everyone in her family so that they could laugh at my naïveté, too.