Beans
Beans are a favored vegetable, of mine. They were an absolutely necessary staple of our pioneers. Beans are on my mind in every season, especially in the fall.
Hezzy, and I were members of a couple of camping / RV clubs, and one owned a 15gal., cast iron butchering kettle. We had corn bread, and bean soup, fixed over a camp fire, Several times a year, and always on New Year.
My favorite beans for bean soup are dried baby Lima beans, with a ham-hock. And a few seasonings from my own recipe.
We also made baked beans with bacon, frankfurters, wieners, or sausage, and sometimes it contained all of ’em.
At 91yrs I’m no longer able to get out to the woods to fix corn bread & bean soup, or baked beans, but I wish I could.
The gas generated by beans is merely a bonus.
It makes my mouth water just writing about ‘em.
I’d like to pass on one of mom’s sayings;
Beans, beans, the musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
Then you’re ready for another meal.
Chubbo