I inherited distinct genes from my mom: my dark blonde hair, fair skin, and tendency for food crazes. Yes, we both suffer from food addictions. Some last a week, some last a lifetime (dark chocolate comes to mind…), and some last somewhere in between.
A couple of years ago, Mom discovered MorningStar’s black bean burgers. She ate one for lunch or dinner almost every day, and when I visited and smelled its spicy southwestern aroma wafting out of the kitchen, I teased her about her obsession.
And then she made me try one.
I was hooked. I ate them like regular burgers on buns, inside of my grilled cheese sandwiches, and even plain with a little bit of mustard.
After a while, the addiction faded, but I recently saw a package in the frozen food aisle at the grocery store and decided to try to make my own. I conveniently forgot to buy black beans, so I made do with the white ones in my cupboard. Although not quite the same, I still devoured my rendition just as quickly as the original!