Fresh from (mom’s) garden

When I was at my mother’s last weekend (pre-roller coaster ride), we picked and picked and picked and picked green beans. This wasn’t the first time, by any means. I brought home about half of the bounty — snapped, there was one-and-a-half gallon-size Ziploc bags of green beans. That’s a lot of green beans. They’re… Continue reading Fresh from (mom’s) garden