I went to the market café this morning, hoping to tackle Cassie about the over-charging, but as usual she thwarted me.
“I’m glad you’re here, I’ve got the answer.” she said, and proudly produced a tin of Heinz Five Beanz from under the counter. She read from the label “Haricot, Pinto, Cannellini, Borlotti, Red Kidney.”
“How interesting” I replied.
“Well, what are you having?” she asked.
After all the problems with multi-item breakfasts, I decided to order something simple. “Beans on toast and a cup of tea please.”
I thought I detected a faint smile, and a twinkle in her eye.
When she served the food, the piece of toast had just one of each variety of bean, arranged beautifully on it.
“There” she said. “that’s how many beans make five!”