While I was out in Oregon this fall, my daughter Sarah, who is a seriously brilliant cook, told me, with just a hint of her teen-age defiance, "Mom, I know you don't think this is right, but I love green beans cooked like Grandma made them, seriously overcooked to pale green, with a lot of bacon and bacon fat. I don't care if they aren't crisp!" I use quotation marks but of course, it's not a quite direct quote. She'll forgive me just giving the gist of it. Point being, this girl/woman who can cook circles around me likes her green beans soggy with overcooking and saturated in bacon fat.
And as hunger hit me late last night after getting home from Susie's, I realized I had some lovely green beans from the veggie guy and some bacon, a rarity in my fridge but for the past couple of weeks, bacon has been calling me seductively and I've answered. One must do what one must do.
I know, it's Thursday and not Free Range Friday. But holidays (especially around here) are made for breaking the rules. Oh my!
There were really a lot more beans here, but I had to re-take the photo of some leftovers this morning, since apparently I was in such a hurry to eat some of this, the original plating was quite blurry. Best eaten one bean and piece of bacon at a time...using one's fingers.
Afterthought...is this a cure for insomnia? I slept all night and might still be asleep if not for an early morning phone call. Hmmm.
Have a tasteful Thursday! Do something tantilizing.