I love beans. I grew up on beans. When most other families had rice or potatoes on the side, my Honduran Mom always had a big pot of beans on the stove, or packed up in the fridge, ready to go. These aren't my Mom's beans, but they are yummy, mainly because I use a variety of dried heirloom beans found just north of Boston, Baer's Best. I serve these with lime-pickled onions and corn tortillas. My husband loves them alongside a big bowl of rice.

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