It’s funny how a pot of refried beans can open up a fault line of memories.

I had been eating peanut butter & honey on tortillas for about a week because I haven’t felt hungry or bored enough to buy groceries for anything more interesting. Until today that is.

I started looking through my cupboards again, and actually saw the pinto beans that had been sitting there since before October. I couldn’t understand why I had ignored these cans of beans when I had been eating pb&h on tortillas for a week.

Wouldn’t you think that I would have made the mental leap to make refried beans and cheese?! I mean Jeff and I used to make them from scratch together all the time…

… and then all these memories started flooding back.

Even an hour later when I was walking to the grocery store, random pictures kept popping into my head. For some reason I had a clear memory of how I used to grab onto his upper arm and how he’d instinctively flex so I could feel his muscle. Such a strange and random memory.

All because of the refritos.