Growing up during the summer, I loved spending time on my Grandmother’s back porch stringing green beans, shelling peas, and sometimes even shucking the corn. We’d sit for hours chatting about her life as a young girl, favorite books we’d read, and talking about just every day things. She always sat patiently and listened to all of my stories – and I was full of them.
Lately I’ve been really thinking more and more about those days. A lot was accomplished during a day, but days just seemed to move more slowly. We’d spend mornings in the garden or picking berries or starting laundry. Afternoons were dedicated to taking care of the items we’d collected earlier in the day and playing outside, followed by naps on quilts in her living room and starting supper by 3 for my parents to arrive home from work just in time for a hot, homecooked meal before we’d go home for the night.
Grandmother’s green beans were always a welcome sight – even for a little girl. She would add a few little things to her pot full of green beans that made them full of flavor and incredibly tender. After years of trying to get it just right, I finally figured out a few tricks.
Here’s how I make them.
I’m waiting for our green beans and peas to be ready in the garden so that Little Buddy and I can spend a few afternoons rocking, stringing and shelling, but until then I think I’ll listen to a few more of his stories. Those stories are full of wonder, hopes and dreams. I sure don’t want to miss any of them.