Beans! Oh my!
Sissy and I went out to the back garden to pick beans this morning. It was 100% humidity and very warm, even at 10. We picked and we picked. Soon we had our four ice cream buckets overflowing with beans.
Ummm, now what? We dumped them into the bed of the Ranger and continued picking. Sissy took a break and picked the ripe tomatoes to give her back a rest.
Unable to sweat, I was turning more and more red the more I picked. Would picking beans be the death of me?
We finally finished and had 7 buckets overflowing with beans. SEVEN!
Now, typically I put water over the beans and stick them in the fridge overnight. They snap better when they're cold, so I clean them the next day. But this time I had too many to fit in both of our fridges. I put some cold water in the sink and Sissy and I began the work of cleaning them. I did two bowls, until my hands cramped up. Then, Sissy took over.
She outworked me. No surprise there. She is a little bit younger than me. Not much, though. I had her when I was six, you know.
She finished up the two bigger bowls. I had to add more water to the sink! We had to leave them there until later as we had an appointment in town.