Old Fashioned Slow Simmered Green Beans have been in my life since I was old enough to eat. The first indication a holiday feast brewing in the kitchen is the smell of bacon and onions cooking at the crack of dawn.
My grandmother and mother both made green beans often. I don’t know if it was tradition, cheap, a comfort food, or just the first vegetable that came to mind at dinner time. When I was growing up, everyone’s normal evening meal included a protein, a starch and a vegetable.
My grandmother used a spoonful of bacon grease when she cooked almost anything. She had a can of bacon grease sitting on the stove. She added to that can every time she made bacon for breakfast, which if memory serves me right was daily. My grandfather loved his bacon. Even after my grandma passed, he still made himself a breakfast of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and grape jelly. He also drank his coffee out of a saucer instead of a cup. I never did know why he did that. It remains a mystery to me to this day. He lived to be 89 and had it not been for dementia he probably would have lived longer than that. Continue reading “Old Fashioned Slow Simmered Green Beans”