Good Beans

or the life-changing magic of beans

I love beans. I love to make them, eat them, read about them, see what tiktok is doing with them, and I love to talk about them. To my dismay, and the handful of people subjected to my ramblings, when it comes to beans, I have the charisma of a cult leader and the articulative prowess of the “I like turtles” zombie kid. I get so welled up with excitement that someone is willing to let me evangelize about beans for a moment that I lose any real ability to say something substantive.

My dear friend/fellow bean obsessive/co-conspirator, Megan and I have been dreaming up a bean-zine for the last few years; where we could unravel our love, questions, and thoughts around cooking and eating beans. The zine was imagined to be a sort of tangible gathering place for bean freaks OR an elaborate pamphlet (it’s giving 90’s pyramid scheme) for the bean-curious to join our movement. As it turns out, starting a zine is a lot of work for two people also trying to be good parents, partners, and friends, …