The Smuber household is currently experiencing a green bean assault. My husband planted a lot of pole beans, and currently ALL YOUR BEAN ARE BELONG TO US!!1!! For the past two weeks, I have been able to pick a handful or two of beans a day. I've steamed them, I've blanched them, and I've sauteed them. I like green beans, but I needed a new way to eat them. I thought about investing in a pressure canner, but I had trouble paying $200+ for a device that was only going to be canning green beans. Thankfully, my dad came to the rescue.
While I was at my parents' house one evening, my dad showed me a recipe he was wanting to try. It was for "dilly beans," refrigerator-pickled green beans. This appealed to me because 1) I could pickle without the added danger of extreme heat 2) I had found an alternative green bean preparation 3) I love almost anything pickled (it's the eastern European in my genes).
That day's haul of beans |
Forty percent of what you see was stolen from another's spice rack. Sixty percent was obtained legally. |
In the words of Mumford and Sons: "I will wait, I will wait for you!" |
Filling time during those two days. Did I mention our cucumbers have been big and delicious? |
I had paid my interest early, and my creditors were pleased. |
When I got home on the night of day 2, my husband and I cracked open a jar and were pleased with the contents. It was like eating a pickle, but it was crunchier. They were just as delicious as a pickle but almost seemed easier to eat. We had found a new way to eat green beans!
Discriminating palates were won over! |
**If you're interested in the recipe, I'd be happy to send it to you! I took a picture of the recipe from a magazine, and I don't know how legal it is for me to post it here.