What comes to mind when you think about pinto beans? For me there are at least two memories that
are pinto related.
First, there was our one-time pastor Van Banks who insisted
that, the smell of pinto beans and cornbread cooking, was the smell of
hope. Once you were eating them; that
was no longer hope, that was achievement!
Since that sermon I’ve never been able to cook a pot of pinto beans
without thinking about hope.
