Spicy Black Bean Burgers

I love black bean burgers.  They have always been my favorite type of veggie burgers.  I was super excited to try them.  AND they tasted great!  I used the left overs to make a yummy breakfast skillet.  The possibilities are endless.

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Shepherd’s Pie

I had a dinner party for St. Paddy’s day!  It was so much fun!!  OMG I have to do that more often!  We made so many delicious dishes.  And I will be sharing them all with you in the next coming days!

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The Hunger Games: Peeta’s Bread (Hazelnut Raisin Corn Bread)

This is an ongoing series of food related to The Hunger Games, here are the links to the other recipes- bakery bread with blackberries and goat cheese, pancakes in the Capitol, lunch with Cinna, District 11 bread (crescent rolls with seeds), Mellark’s Apple and Goat Cheese Tarts, Goose Liver and Puffy Bread, Lamb Stew with Dried Plums, Cake on Fire, Hot Chocolate,

His mother was yelling, “Feed it to the pig, you stupid creature!  Why not?  No one decent will buy burned bread!”

He began to tear off chucks from the burned parts and toss them into the trough, and the front bakery bell rung and the mother disappeared to help a customer.

The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching him.  Because of the bread, because of the red weal that stood out on his cheekbone.  What had she hit him with?  My parents never hit us.  I couldn’t even imagine it.  The boy took one look back to the bakery as if checking that the coast is clear, then, his attention back to the pig, he threw a loaf of bread in my direction.  The second quickly followed, and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him.

I stared at the loaves in disbelief.  They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas.  Did he mean for me to have them?  He must have.  Because there they were at my feet.  Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved the loaves up under my shirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightly about me, and walked swiftly away.  The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, p 30

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