Some lovely pale beans came in the farm share.
I'm not sure what variety they are but they are tender and tasty.
I fixed a savory salad with them, blanched just to the right texture and tossed with shallot in a vinaigrette.
Yummy!
Sat down to enjoy a bowlful and realized that I wanted something to drink with it.
As I opened the refrigerator door, I heard a delicate jingle and soft thump behind me.
Oh no! That Sidekick Cat was on the counter -- he would eat my beans!
I turned around,
expecting to catch him with his nose in my bowl.
No.
Not him.
Not eating my beans.
He was industrially scraping the heck out of the counter trying to bury them.
"I have discriminating taste," says the Sidekick Cat.
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Funny
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