the mousey diner's green beans

last week, my grandparents gave us some beans from their garden.


to prep them for cooking, i washed them, took out my cutting board and began chopping the ends off. the smell brought back memories of sitting with family in the great room of a house in mississippi -- the same house we visited just this past weekend for the fourth. during summer visits, it was a common scene that each person would be working away at their own five-gallon buckets, having conversation while snapping beans.


then it hit me -- what am i doing?! i put away my knife and started snapping the ends off and pulling the strings away with them. that's the way you do it -- a true southerner can tell you that much.


they're purple until you cook 'em. and the best way to cook 'em is on the stove-top in some bacon grease. but we didn't have bacon grease, so we used butter. and there were no complaints about that!


anyone else enjoying local food lately?