Green Beans are good for you, M+Ms are good for me
I realize that the following admission might call into question my rightful ownership of the domain Greener Biener (it IS pronounced bean-er,) as indeed it is true that no green beans were consumed by me in the making of this site. Green M+Ms? For sure. Green Beans? No thank you.
I was not a kid who fluttered with thoughts of a perfect wedding, nor did I trace the names of my future children onto my notebooks. The stuff of my dreams was heftier: One day I would be the boss of my vegetable domain. I would choose which healthy stuff to eat and which to show the door. It would be glorious.
When I grew up I would not eat green beans. No one could make me. So there.
In those early dreams of a bean-free future, I didn’t figure on joining a CSA as a ploy to convince myself to sample otherwise ignored vegetables. Nor did I factor in the possibility that I’d be surrounded by a bunch of green bean-eating traitors.
Yesterday I had a day. The kind of day that should only be concluded with a dinner of red wine and M+Ms. But it was not to be. For there was a family to feed and daughters for whom an example must be set. Apparently there was also a husband who thought it’d be cute to add green beans to an otherwise innocuous spinach salad.
I kid you not. He added green beans to my salad.
Normally he’s a decent guy. A really good guy who pitches in and spends time with the kids and helps with dinner and all that jazz. He’s even agreed to dress as a cowboy for Halloween, so you know he’s got my best interest at heart. Of course I was blindsided by his staggeringly despicable bean transgression.
I did what any whiny toddler self-possessed woman would do. I wrinkled my nose and plucked the offensive things from my plate. Oh, I was sly. The children would never know that mommy gets dessert without finishing her veggies.
“WHO’S BEANS ARE THESE?” Dave bellowed, in a blatant attempt to rat me out. I glowered at him, expressing with one evil eye how I felt about his egregious choice of broadcasting my action around the kitchen.
The kids remained oblivious. Kira shrugged and munched contentedly. Acadia dipped a bean in ranch dressing. I played like I had already devoured my share.
But now they’ve got me rethinking this whole anti-bean campaign. After all, the girls really seem to enjoy the snappy green things. And they are loaded with all that good stuff that makes for heart-healthy, bone-strong little bodies.
Ahh, what the heck? Let them eat beans.
But please, oh please, leave me to my M+Ms.
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you obviously haven’t tried my green beans with pecans and a little olive oil cooked over high flame until they’re a bit crispy. i served them last night to a 38-year-old non-green-vegetable eater who will remain nameless. after eating every single one, he said “i hate green beans, but i loved those things.” …..loved seeing kira’s photo in the daily camera yesterday. let me know if you’d like our copy of it.
What a snake! I can’t believe Dave was ratting you out. I am not sure I can have dinner with you guys if you are going to put beans in the salad. What’s next? I don’t know if I can risk it.
I’m with you on the green beans, but I’m a little surprised that you didn’t own up to your hatred of green peas too. (tsk tsk) There are other green things black listed in casa de Biener, yes?
You might need to change the name of the website to “The Selective Slade” in the name of honesty.
Hey Beth–I’m nothing if not open. Send over that recipe and we’ll give it the good old college try (you know, drink enough wine and I’m sure even green beans will start looking good!)
Pickled spicy beans in a Bloody Mary – Yum!
Don’t even get me started about peas! They pop and smush in your mouth(yuck). If Dave messes with peas it is all over.
PF Chang deep-fries their green beans and serves them with spicy sauce. You would’ve even know there’s a green bean under there.
I’m with you, Green Beens suck. The only way to get’em down is to break them in tiny pill size pieces and swallow them whole, like aspirin. Or, you can hide them in your cheek chipmunk style and dump them during a strategic bathroom trip.
Am I the only Slade kid that loves green beans? Really – I do – and I used the shelf to hide our veggies just like you guys – but beans I put in everything too!
Green beans sauteed with garlic and chinese sausage!! mmm!
Green beans in stir fry
Green beans and eggplant with garlic
Green bean french fries
Soooo good!
You are funny! I like them but they have to be either raw or cooked well. There are few things more gross than a green bean out of can!
The only vegetable so far I don’t like? Mushrooms (I know, its not a vegetable but it does fall into the same type of category, right??).
Were you worried about telling your girls because that might all of a sudden make them averted to the green beans?
I guess “give green beans a chance” is not as catchy as “give peaches a chance”. Maybe green beans need a new marketing campaign. 🙂
I’m with you. Never been much of a green bean fan. But M&M’s… just had some tonight.
I to want the m&m’s!!!
My husband and I use to eat them all the time. I think our taste buds have changed because we do not eat them any more. I think it is the way they are canned. I don’t really know, but what ever the reason, we don’t touch the things any more.
Don’t think I have gone crazy but I actually prefer a fresh green bean to a m&m. I know, my mother must be turning in her grave! She would eat a full bag of jelly beans and call it dinner because it had the word bean in it.