One summer we had so many beans to break, it cut into my playtime and I didn't like that at all. I said I would never eat green beans again.....and I didn't for years.
Now, as an adult I love beans. I love planting them, watching them grow, and getting in the garden early to pick, then starting the process of stringing and breaking. And don't forget the shellies. For the past couple of years I haven't had a garden. I miss that summertime therapy. Thank Heavens for Farmers Markets.
Perfect for a Sunday dinner. The house smells great and the reward is delicious!
In memory of my mom..Barbara, my grandmother Dona and my Aunt Linda. I hope we get to experience the good ole' days in Heaven, I can't wait to see them again.