No MPs Recipes: Kidney Bean Soup with Molasses (No Microplastics Diet)

Eliminating microplastics from my diet has produced numerous recipes, but a good kidney bean soup needed molasses to make its debut. Shucks, in these No MPs Recipes, no bean-based concoction had yet made the grade regardless of the type of bean used.

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NOTE: For a full backstory and explanation of the need to “decontaminate the salt”, see Berrymato Power Shot Smoothie.
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Two days ago, inspiration struck. Either that, or procrastination couldn’t keep me away from the project any longer. We were doing our part in the massive Freezing of America with overnight temperatures dropping near or below zero, enough snow was on the ground to make sure no casual observer mistook New Year’s Eve for midsummer, and it was time to get with it.

Doing our part for the Freezing of America.

I’d learned a couple of things from previous efforts. Specifically, it would be safer to go for a “beans-and-just-beans” dish rather than chili or something complicated, and the cooking times listed on the beans package is way off base. They say to wash the beans and then soak them overnight for “at least 6 to 8 hours,” and maybe that’s all right even though I tend to leave them soaking for more like 16 hours. But they also say that after rinsing the soaked beans and then cooking them that they should be tender enough to eat in “1 1/2 to 2 hours.”

Which may be right, but I’d like to know in what universe that’s reality. It usually takes more like 4 hours of cooking time in our kitchen.

All righty, then. On to the recipe…with one caveat. Amounts listed are estimates for all of the spices, as I never measure those, just fling the shaker jars around over the pot until things look right.

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KIDNEY BEAN SOUP WITH MOLASSES

+ 2 cups dry kidney beans
+ 6 cups or more of distilled water (we don’t ingest tap water)
+ 1 tbsp. Red Utah Jurassic Salt
+ 1 tbsp. thyme
+ 1 tbsp. rosemary
+ 1 tbsp. parsley flakes
+ 1 tbsp. onion powder
+ 2 tbsp. garlic powder
+ 1 tbsp. cumin
+ 1 tbsp. Turbinado sugar
+ 2 tbsp. molasses

1. In medium saucepan, soak beans overnight in 6-8 cups water.

2. Drain soaking water from pan, rinse beans with fresh water, add 6-8 cups of water to rinsed beans, then cook on medium heat (soft boil) until beans are getting noticeably softer (about 2 hours in our kitchen).

Is it soup yet?

3. Add remaining ingredients to water/bean mixture, stir once, and add more water if necessary to keep beans well below surface. Continue cooking until tender, stirring occasionally if the mood hits you.

That’s all there is to it. So far, I’ve had two small bowls of this soup, using it as a side dish right along with the rest of my meal, and there’s plenty left over for tomorrow. Pam’s had one bowl and loves it as well. This recipe goes light on the molasses in my opinion; I wouldn’t mind doubling the amount–but if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, so for now I’m leaving it as is.

Our favorite Fox and Fairy celebrate the arrival of kidney bean with molasses soup.

9 thoughts on “No MPs Recipes: Kidney Bean Soup with Molasses (No Microplastics Diet)

  1. Looks interesting. I tried a Sopa de Albandiga soup last night that I am really in love with. I finished it off today, and will need to keep it in my repertoire. Spicy and yet not so spicy that someone with a tender tummy can’t eat it. The only thing about it that you might not be able to eat is it used bouillon cubes. and a can of tomato paste. Really hearty and totally satisfying. I could have added more liquid to it and it would have been more of a soup, as it was, it was more of a thick stew. I got the recipe from BHG online. It also had several different vegetables in it, and I used mostly frozen vegetables. I used potatoes, corn, peas, carrots, onions, and 3 tablespoons of rice. I made the meatballs a bit bigger than they said, but next time I am making them smaller, so you don’t need to cut them to get a neat spoonful, with some veggies.

  2. A good, simple and straightforward recipe. In our house we tend to use pork bones and even bacon to flavor our beans, and we throw in fresh onion and minced or fresh garlic as our main veggie components. And my mom swears by the slow cooker, whereas it was the pressure cooker that saved the day when I was a child. :-). Myself, I love making soups by the old “Stone Soup” method of just throwing what I find in the friedge into the pot! LOL I wonder if Pam would approve… LOL
    Manny
    PS: Won’t deny that my first glance at the title of the blog made me think that we were about to discover that the mummy soldier survived for years on cans of bean soup! LOL

  3. Becky: Pam is sitting here, highly approving of your recipe as described. There are several things I couldn’t include safely but that doesn’t mean it’s not an awesome dish.
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    Manny: Pork bones would be good. Bacon is out for me because of the salt included in making it and I’ve decided Laziness is King if I can use powdered garlic and onion instead of having to take time to mince, chop, etc.

    Sorry about accidentally misleading you with the title, though. If the mummy soldier had survived for years on bean soup, living alone would have been a huge plus, at least gas-wise! (A can here, a can there, but for years on end? Ew-w-w-w!).

    Pammie did pay me the ultimate compliment on this one though. Her first husband’s family, 13 kids and both parents working but never any money to go around, did in fact survive year after year on “mostly beans.” The mother was (per Pam) a real pro at cooking beans in various ways to provide a bit of variety, but it was still beans, beans, beans every day…and my redhead pronounced this concoction BETTER than those produced by her former mother-in-law. Her memory may be off, but hey, I’ll take what I can get. 😀

  4. 4 years of gas… wow! What an imagination.
    Pam reminded me of a December when my dad was about broke and he took us to a farm he had where the crop of beans had not been harvested, so we gathered the dried beans and started husking away as my mother used her trusty pressure cooker on a a wood fire to cook beans every which way she could imagine, adding whatever rabbits or birds my dad could hunt… this was in the tropics, and I learned to eat piranhas, doves, and lots of beans…. It was fun though, being all of 7 years old and riding a horse all day exploring the farm and learning about cattle and other animals. And no, my dad did not slaughter a steer for us… I would guess he sold it, if he could. Funny thing is I didn’t tire of the beans and actually remember them fondly, much as Pam does. 🙂
    Manny

  5. Yes, I would think your dad did sell the steer if he could. Growing up as a rancher’s son, we did sometimes eat a beef of our own, but ONLY when the animal in question could for whatever reason no longer function as a potential profit center. I remember most of those who ended up in the larder instead of the auction yards, including one cow and one calf who’d been frozen badly enough during harsh weather that the tips of their ears were gone, one black cow who’d been hit on the black highway during a black night and seriously injured, that sort of thing. But that didn’t happen every year, and when it didn’t, wild game during hunting season was welcomed by the large chest-type freezer–mostly blacktail deer, which were plentiful enough to allow two tags per hunter, plus at least one elk. My dad’s family, 8 kids in the generation preceding me and my sisters, grew up on 3 meals of venison per day, probably not all of them obtained under the strict guidelines of the law, but there were a LOT of deer roaming the foothills in those years.

    There weren’t many rabbits around; I can only remember adding one to the tally–after letting the hide cool enough for the fleas to jump off before skinning it. Got a deep-woods blue grouse one year, tough as an old boot. Probably would have let him be but it was the last day of deer hunting season and I’d been thoroughly skunked for the year (the only year that happened, though I did quit hunting and fishing, both, when I was 26). We were sometimes fortunate enough to bag a fool hen (sage grouse) or two, which were good eating.

    We certainly didn’t waste food when I was a kid, leftovers being practically unheard of except when Mom had been baking and there were dinner rolls or part of a pie available for later, but as far as I can recall we never had to miss a meal, either.

    Now here’s a tease for you: Just during the past 24 hours, I’ve come to know the ENDING of the Grunt tale. Can’t leak any more hints than that, though, as it is (in my opinion, anyway) a real humdinger that will be revealed in my standard Chapter 120. In the meantime, we’ve still got more than 80 chapters to go to get from here to there.

    Didn’t write tonight. Instead, began assembling the year’s tax paperwork while keeping an eye on the PBA championship games (bowling). I’ve splurged a wee bit and ordered a couple of bowling balls–one for strikes and the other for spares. In the last couple of decades, I’ve come to understand both my strengths and my limitations in a way I never did before. As a result, it should be possible to drastically improve my bowling game over time, though some details of my technique will be at startling odds with the way the “experts” say to do it.

    When I get to the point where I can crack 200 once in a while, I’ll sure enough mention it, too. I’ve only had one score that high in my entire life so far (admittedly, I haven’t bowled that many games up until now, but still). By the time I hit 80 years of age, I intend to be halfway decent on the lanes. 😀

  6. Great comment on farm and ranch eats, Ghost! I’m sorry I wasn’t able to return to Dad’s land for a long stay as an adult, before he sold it off, but I have to admit it was more fun at my godparen’t farm where my cousins and I would work in the day and party at night… LOL My godparents were also excellent farmers and there was always a crop ready for market… coconuts, tomatoes, mango, a variant of cherries, and much more.

    As for the ending of Grunt, I hope that means that if my math is right I will be enjoying new chapters for the next six months! LOL So no slacking, please!
    As for bowling, you could probably become a local “senior” champ since most of us “over 50” crowd don’t have the back muscle strength anymore, and have issues with our old, younger days, heavy bowling balls.
    Have fun!
    Manny

  7. Farming multiple human-food crops is in my opinion so work intensive as to make some of us ranchers look like slackers, at least if one has no machines to do the crop row work. I remember hating hoe work, weeding, far more than I ever did detest digging holes for fence posts. Dad did raise 8 acres of potatoes one year, which I remember rather clearly due to getting the dry heaves from a world class hangover one morning while picking those puppies up to bag. (Misspent youth and all that.)

    I don’t know about becoming a local senior champ. For one thing, I’d need to get into league bowling to be able to compete, and that’s not workable as long as Pam and I have to make those Arizona runs every other month. (28 straight weeks of league and the team wouldn’t likely appreciate me disappearing every now and then). But I’ve got a long way to go before I worry about that, since my average last Saturday was a “whopping” 121. Of course, all I need to do is double the number and how hard could that be, right? 😀

  8. Doubling the score is not hard when your score is low… 🙂 It just takes practice.
    As for League work, just go regularly to the alley, double your score, and they will be begging you to participate. At that moment you sit down with your trusty calendar and explain how every 60 days you will take off a whole week… who knows, you might even get someone who offers to help with the driving! LOL

    Being a top bowler gives you options other bowlers don’t have…. the same is true in other endeavors. Pretty young high school students (male and female) learn this early in the game! LOL

  9. Yeah, I get that. My Saturday trip to the lanes, bowled 9 games, WORST scores in “forever” and yet it was a definite success. I was the only bowler in the building except for the last few minutes when a party started showing up, so I felt free to experiment as much as I liked, and in one game I really aced the last couple of frames with a hook that actually hooked despite my current ball being obviously plastic coverstock. Lost the precision right after that, but at least now I know what it feels like when I do get it right, yay!

    Then, when I was signing out, I asked Bailey (the only person running the alley) if the lanes are open year around. Turns out they’re usually not, but she’s the daughter of the lane owners and trying to convince them to keep it open this year. She loves the game! So maybe I’ll be able to practice year ’round, which would be the first time that ever happened.

    Not interested in having anybody help me with the driving, though. Unless it might be a few years down the road when our friend comes to live with us, maybe. But in the meantime, I do fine and don’t WANT any driving help. Helpers generally drive me nuts, somewhat-of-a-loner that I am.

    True, being tops in ANY field tends to give you opportunities others don’t get. Kind of a given there.

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