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Folklife Friday: Green Beans


We grow green beans every year.  Rattlesnake is our favorite because they seem to last longer after the intense heat of July and August gets here.  We stake them on tepees of bamboo poles. This year, we have had some good rain at good times so we have lots of beans.  LOTS of beans.


I usually break the beans with a novel being read to me from a CD.
 

It is mindless work, so I can pay attention to the story.  I was finished with this batch by the time one CD was finished.


This batch produced fifteen pints of green beans.  I use pints when it is just the two of us; I can quarts for nights we have company for supper.


Doesn't that look good?  I canned these on Monday of last week.  Last Thursday, I canned six quarts. I haven't picked them since then, so I know the vines are going to be full when I venture back out there. 

A bowl of green beans at Thanksgiving dinner is as much a staple at our house as dressing and cranberry sauce.  I'm good to go for another year!

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  1. whoop-whoop!! looks good! We used to like to get under the tepees when Daddy grew green beans like that!

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    1. Come by the house and we will see if we can get under these. . .

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  2. Very nice indeed to have your own canned beans! My daughter brought us a small package of fresh green beans; sooo good, after having bought beans. Our garden is pathetic since it's so dry here.

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    1. I love to open them because all you have to do is heat them. It is getting dry here now.

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  3. Wanda,
    You jars of green beans look really good. You've been very busy breaking, fixing these beans. I recall as a child fixing bushels and bushel tubs of beans, then Mom would can them outside. We didn't have a pressure canner. Our green beans are blooming now. Hopefully, we will have fresh beans soon.

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