High and low, I've searched. From the Mississippi to the Atlantic, the Dairyland to the beach, I've looked. Finally, at long last and in the most unlikely of places, I happened upon a bag comprised of mixed beans—15 varieties!—one bag! I'm so keen on beans!

I am a bit of a fiber aficionada, if such a thing does exist. (I almost said "doth" instead of "does" back there...good Lord.) Beans, in their bulky mien, are a fiber-lover's dream...and, so goes the theme:

Today!—today I made my Cajun-spiced, 15-bean soup! Oh, what fibrous goop! A bit of a trick, I did play, as I smuggled frozen baby limas into the array! In went the lemon juice and ham—HAH! What a genius I am!

Then, a quick run to the store for the procurement of tomatoes galore...almost there now, then time to chow!

Full went the bowls, those pit-full souls. Down swooped the spoon in a lover's swoon, and out came a sigh—a sure sign of a fiber aficionada's high.

The greatest thrill yet, I would moments later get. Miles' dish scraped clean, closer he leaned, "Wow. I wasn't expecting much...but mmmmm! Thanks a bunch!"