I popped out of bed at 5 a.m., an ungodly hour for a Sunday. Knowing we wouldn't have a hankering for breakfast for at least 3 hours, I put some black beans on for a speed soak with a mind to make this Southwestern Hash for breakfast. I'd actually thought ahead for once and boiled the potatoes the day before. So while the beans were doing their thing, I went and did my yoga and came back, only to discover I didn't have any bell peppers in the house - not red, not green, not anything. It was a snowy/icy/slushy/no-driving-if-you-can-avoid-it week in Seattle, so the cupboard was a little more bare than usual. Time for Plan B.