Where's the beef?

I got a recipe on a flyer at Whole Foods for greens and beans and figured why the heck not.

I used dried beans instead of fresh and deglazed the pan with a blend of water, white wine, and lemon juice. This tasted good, but it didn't feel at all like a complete meal. The recipe dubs it a side dish, which should have tipped me off, but as my mother enjoys pointing out, sometimes I'm too stubborn to bother following advice (especially from the Internet). You know it's a bad sign when you crave a steak after your dinner. So, a word to the wise: this would be perfect with grilled chicken, if you swing that way. Mixing it with some fusilli would have helped, too.

On a more exciting note, I went to the InterCity rounds held at the VA today. It was so. Cool. I really, really, really want to be an infectious disease specialist, because you find out about things like Shewanella algae (it reduces metals and creates HS gas!) and Lemierre's syndrome and a nine-year-old with SCID and myesthenia gravis following an episode of mycobacterial pneumonia and... you get the drift. I love this problem-solving aspect of ID: the thought required to come up with an exhaustive differential, the research that must be done when the cultures and so forth match nothing on the list of possible organisms.

A side note: while the majority of physician attendees trying to guess what the offending organism was were old white men--and one particularly vocal old Indian man--all but one of the presenting fellows was a young woman. Nifty.