Beans...not green ones. Soup beans. I tried some over the weekend while I was in the southern mountains of WV with Papa on his yearly trip. Soup beans. Really. No lie. I didn't gag, or pass out, or puke, or die. They were pretty good even!! I love green beans, really love chili beans, and I've even enjoyed baked beans over the past 10 years, but just the smell of soup beans usually makes me cringe. I do love cornbread _I make pretty dang good cornbread_ so I can handle that part when Mr. FixIt or Papa get a hankerin' for a pot of beans. At a homecoming church gathering this weekend, one of the ladies had beans and Papa was saying, "You get those beans. You get some of them beans." So I did. I tried them. Even had strings of cabbage and cut of sausage. They weren't half bad. I probably had two big spoonfuls and I ate them all. Papa was shocked. Papa is always harassing us kids, and now our kids, with "You need some soup beans, cornbread and a BIG onion! That's what you need! It'll make your hair curly!" Well, with Papa, anything we didn't want to eat, he said would make our hair curly. He torments our kids with this line as well. It still cracks me up to hear that.
Maybe this weekend I'll pull the soup bone out of the freezer and soak some beans, whip up a batch of cornbread. I'll have to call Papa and let him know... but I'll pass on the big onion.