Dear butter beans, lima beans and your kin –
I take back every mean thing I ever said about you. I called you vulgar, disgusting, vile, repugnant, an abomination to beans …. I said you tasted like grass. I have hated you my whole life. I have sat in protest at your appearance on my dinner plate as a child … I have been threatened with “having you for breakfast” if I didn’t eat those said beans on my dinner plate. I have literally gagged myself trying to swallow you without chewing, so I wouldn’t have to taste you. I just hadn’t used you in the right way. I didn’t know any better … I didn’t know I needed to let you mingle with garlic, carrots, onion and tomatoes. You went from being the worst thing imaginable to a sweet, sweet delight …. I now understand why Debra said she loves you! I thought she was crazy! Seriously, I had to try you for myself and the rest is now history. I will never call you names again …. I will not scoff at you in the grocery store …. I will not pick you out of my mixed vegetables. I might even tell people I “like” you. Please forgive my lack of a good recipe and everything I’ve ever held against you. Debra has changed my mind!
Look at this picture ….
I hope you enjoy!
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