Diarrhea

Wow.  

The sound of diarrhea hitting a plastic pan with its warm pitter patter that spells out RELIEF.

Thanks Freddie for that.  

And of course the cherry-on-top (in the "listening to the process of pooping while cooking" situation is walking away with the plate thinking "Good one Freddie.  Good one my good man...  As good as only you can.. " and glancing over to see that Freddie's recipe for refried beans is the same as Rosarito's. "Oh Freddie... good one..."  

My bean quesadillas will taste even yummier now.  Thanks to the litter (which actually manages to grab the odor before I turn the corner to my music room) I was able to avoid the acidic aroma which would have quickly transferred to my taste buds and so much affected them that the bean quesadillas would be much spicier, even after already generous amounts of Tapatío.  Yup.  There's a written accent mark and it does not rhyme with "armadillo".  Oh there you go, you said it anyway.  :|

These quesadillas are "the s***!"  Thankfully, not actually.   Although I do think that from now on, if I were to cook or simply heat beans ever again, I will never take my eyes off of them until they've entered my mouth and therefore.. my belly.  Freddie can be sneaky like a mother.   I'm afraid if I even blink, Freddie migh play a little poopoo prank.  

"Silly Robert, Poo is for Plates!"  

Oh, and worse if I've mopped the floor with Pine-Sol before eating.  "Well, I don't remember heating up beans, but damn them look so good, but I needs some cheese.  Hyuk."  I can just imagine Jojo and Freddie in a corner, looking at me and putting their paws up to hold the laughter back, looking at each other to then look back at me and snicker.  Their reflective mirror eyes shining back at me with such intensity and clarity I can see in the reflection the inside of my mouth as I'm chewing (after I mop I'm a mouthbreather) and I can see exactly what they're laughing at.  It's not the fact that I'm eating poop while creeped out. The devilishly evil brats are looking at the little hairs twisting around.  :|  Hilaaaarious Freddie.  You need to drink less water buddy to give it a better consistency and flavor.

Sadly I have a feeling that cat diarreah would probably taste similar to Rosarito's beans with queso cotija, Tapatío and crema mexicana in a flour tortilla.  Mmm.  

The secret is the beans.  Mom's homecooked frijoles fritos were and continue to be the ultimate gas-producing dish.  But it taste so good going in, you don't really mind it coming out.

Conclusion:  Mom's recipe for Fried Beans = Awesome    Rosarito's Authenic Refried Beans = Cat diarrhea.

*Burp* I'm done.