My sweetie groaned. "Not more beans!"
I felt delighted. "Yes! More beans."
Our freezer is already full of green beans.
"But look at those big beans," he said.
"Yes!" I said. "Just look."
I grew up on overcooked green beans. My sister calls them hundred-hour beans. With shreds of ham from a ham hock, and a lot of onions, the beans are more like a stew than a fresh vegetable. Tasty (according to me).
This little civil war in the kitchen continues. Yes. No. I want. I don't want.
Fortunately, we remain civil and kind to each other.
