This is my friend Nora Jane. She was my neighbor until she moved. She taught me how to be a naughty puppy and bite the branches of low trees in her backyard. How I miss her.
2015. That’s the last time green beans were in our house. That’s the last time I steamed them. And the last time I served them. Haven’t eaten them since. I don’t even look at them in the grocery store or at the farmers market any more.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing better than a order of Loubiyeh from the Lebanese Food Festival. But that’s not the same thing. And we love haricots vert, which aren’t the same things either.
Those of you who have followed The Scottie Chronicles for a while know exactly why green beans are not allowed in our house. (If you’re curious, drop a note in the comments and ask. I’ll tell you. And maybe some longtimers will respond, too.)
Look how beautiful these are! Thank you Sherlock.
When Sherlock’s peeps texted that they had one haul of a garden harvest last week that they’d like to share, the Dad Peep said, “Hecka. Yeah!”
I almost cried. But as with most things in life, all things happen for a reason. And Sherlock must have decided that it’s OK to bring back the beans.
Winston’s first green beans.
Stuart, the king of green beans, would be pleased. He’s probably wondering why it took so long.
Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!