eats me veggies

Last Wednesday I finally made it to my local farmer's market. I try to buy from everyone, at least one thing. I bought string beans, corn, and tomatoes. Tried to get Ian to make beans one night, but he simpered and sighed about not knowing what to do. Explaining the steps was easy, except that he didn't listen. Didn't want to listen. Probably threw up his hands, but I couldn't see, since this was over the phone.

A few days after this disappointing conversation, I sat on my back stoop and stung and broke beans. Thought about how sad it is that some men don't sit at their mother's feet and learn the finer points of food preparation. Ian knows how to string and break beans, but the cooking of them is where he stumbled.

Ate a Cherokee purple tomato to tide me over until the beans and tomatoes were done.

I cooked my beans in half organic chicken stock-half tap water, with new red potatoes. Added a bit of garlic salt, regular salt, and pepper.  They cooked on very low for at least an hour before Ian came home and turned them up to high while I visited with his parents and picked up a few things at the grocery.

Comments

[Lisa]

i love veggies your photos make me hungry for some fresh corn