Is “mmm” a verb?

It’s got to be. It’s the only word that works.

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I just mmm’d my way through my dinner. I mean, I could not stop saying, mmm. Mmm. Mmm. With every bite, I said, “Mmm.” It felt good. It felt true. I could not help myself. The mmm just emerged, it just came, unbidden.

It added to my enjoyment. Greatly, in fact.

Yes, I mmm’d my way through my dinner, the whole thing. And what, you might ask, was so yummy that I could not help but emit murmurs of pleasure for its duration?

Beans. It was beans. Cannellini beans. Simple white beans. But these were not simple at all. Or they were so simple they were complex. They were heady. They were over the moon.

Beans are easy to make. They are cheap. They are probably in your drawer or on your pantry shelf right now.

Freshness matters, however. I once made a pot of beans I simply could not get soft. Someone told me they were old.

These beans… I ordered them a couple of months ago. They came in little bags. I threw them in a drawer and forgot about them, as one is wont to do about beans. They are just there, for when you need them. When you haven’t been to the store. Or you’re feeling a bit broke. Or you want a break from meat or fish. Or eggs. Yet you know you need protein. That’s what beans are for…