In his outstretched right arm he holds a flashlight, focusing a cone of dark light forward, oblivious to the thick column of
viscous black liquid - possibly an allusion to crude oil — that pours from a massive pipeline or hole in the sky.
«As the editor of this magazine, I know I'm supposed to sing the praises of heirloom beans and all that, but on a Tuesday night at home, here's my reality: Sauté some minced onion and garlic in olive oil, open a can of Goya
black beans (I drain most of that mysterious
viscous liquid), and dump them into the pot.