We visited the farmer’s market and found a few items to bring home. One we were unsure about was a bag of beans. J thought maybe they were fava beans, which we love, but we found they were a thick green bean. The man assured us they were the tastiest beans ever, so we tried a bag. I’ll buy anything at the farmer’s market, I guess, since once home I asked why, oh why, we’d done this. We usually struggle to eat our own green beans.
At the next stand, the pepper guy confirmed the beans are superior beans and went about telling me how to prepare them– with a big hunk of ham hock and some cornbread and thick slices of onion. I agreed and said cornbread sounded good (it did) and that I may even have beans that day.
Then we had another of those moments where I’m trying really hard to be nice and polite, but suddenly the guy stops talking and looks at me weird and everything goes all awkward. J teased me about really having some ham and beans and I complained that I was just trying to be friendly, that the guy didn’t need to hear my vegan life story.