That green bean thing mystified me for years. My grandma cooked her green beans to death with bacon. My mother did too. Considering that my mother started with canned green beans, they were really mushy.
Some background here. My grandmother was from Southern Illinois and a cook for the railroad during the Depression. Her family came to Illinois via North Carolina in the 1830's. Her cooking was Southern all the way.
My mother kind of cooked, but we won't get into that one.
I prefer my green beans fresh picked and steamed. Bright green and slightly crunchy. They even taste like green beans. For years I couldn't figure out why in heaven's name a good cook like my grandma massacred green beans.
Then a few years ago we moved to Virginia and we visited the Frontier Culture Museum near Staunton. It's one of those open air living museums with houses fromt the times and countries from which the settlers came. And they also have one house from the first settlement days.
On this particular hot summer day, the wife of the house was stringing green beans on some sewing thread and then hanging them up to dry. I asked her why she did this, and she said it was so they could have green beans in the winter. They put them in the pot with a bit of smoked meat and cooked them most of the day.
The light finally went on.
Despite the fact that they no longer dried their green beans for winter consumption, my ancestresses still cooked them the same way.
Mystery solved.
Now if only I can figure out why that same grandma rolled out noodle dough, cut them into big squares, plopped them into a kettle of stewed chicken, and called those big old flat noodles "dumplings," I'll have it made!
That green bean thing mystified me for years. My grandma cooked her green beans to death with bacon. My mother did too. Considering that my mother started with canned green beans, they were really mushy.
Some background here. My grandmother was from Southern Illinois and a cook for the railroad during the Depression. Her family came to Illinois via North Carolina in the 1830's. Her cooking was Southern all the way.
My mother kind of cooked, but we won't get into that one.
I prefer my green beans fresh picked and steamed. Bright green and slightly crunchy. They even taste like green beans. For years I couldn't figure out why in heaven's name a good cook like my grandma massacred green beans.
Then a few years ago we moved to Virginia and we visited the Frontier Culture Museum near Staunton. It's one of those open air living museums with houses fromt the times and countries from which the settlers came. And they also have one house from the first settlement days.
On this particular hot summer day, the wife of the house was stringing green beans on some sewing thread and then hanging them up to dry. I asked her why she did this, and she said it was so they could have green beans in the winter. They put them in the pot with a bit of smoked meat and cooked them most of the day.
The light finally went on.
Despite the fact that they no longer dried their green beans for winter consumption, my ancestresses still cooked them the same way.
Mystery solved.
Now if only I can figure out why that same grandma rolled out noodle dough, cut them into big squares, plopped them into a kettle of stewed chicken, and called those big old flat noodles "dumplings," I'll have it made!
That green bean thing mystified me for years. My grandma cooked her green beans to death with bacon. My mother did too. Considering that my mother started with canned green beans, they were really mushy.
Some background here. My grandmother was from Southern Illinois and a cook for the railroad during the Depression. Her family came to Illinois via North Carolina in the 1830's. Her cooking was Southern all the way.
My mother kind of cooked, but we won't get into that one.
I prefer my green beans fresh picked and steamed. Bright green and slightly crunchy. They even taste like green beans. For years I couldn't figure out why in heaven's name a good cook like my grandma massacred green beans.
Then a few years ago we moved to Virginia and we visited the Frontier Culture Museum near Staunton. It's one of those open air living museums with houses fromt the times and countries from which the settlers came. And they also have one house from the first settlement days.
On this particular hot summer day, the wife of the house was stringing green beans on some sewing thread and then hanging them up to dry. I asked her why she did this, and she said it was so they could have green beans in the winter. They put them in the pot with a bit of smoked meat and cooked them most of the day.
The light finally went on.
Despite the fact that they no longer dried their green beans for winter consumption, my ancestresses still cooked them the same way.
Mystery solved.
Now if only I can figure out why that same grandma rolled out noodle dough, cut them into big squares, plopped them into a kettle of stewed chicken, and called those big old flat noodles "dumplings," I'll have it made!
Oh yeah, BVC23 - I haven't had Kona for dinner, but I have had lunch and breakfast there. The legendary Tonga toast is a holdover from the old Tangaroah Terrace days, long since gone from the Poly, but it's still one of my favorite breakfast concotions ever. The last time I had lunch there was early summer last year, and I honestly can't remember what everyone else had. I had a beef teriyaki salad that was light and refreshing, and as befitting an entree salad, there was plenty of it. I think it was served in a bowl sort of like a taco salad would come in an edible shell. I've got a good memory; it just doesn't last very long.