My dear friend Ginny called me Thursday night to go pick half runners at her friend's house in Yellow Springs. Well, Thursday was not a very good day for me and the temperatures hit a hot and steamy 95 with a heat index over 100. I asked Ginny if we could wait until Friday night after I got off from work. So, last night we headed out to Yellow Springs. It was still hot and steamy, but a few degrees cooler than Thursday night. I must say it was a labor of love because who in their right mind would want to go out into a garden with the temperatures very high, bugs flying around, and tackling the beans winding along the ground inter-twined with weeds a couple of feet high. The answer is simple. People who are dedicated to eating organic home grown foods. As soon as we arrived at Peggy's house and got out of the car, Peggy asked where were our long jeans, long sleeved shirts, and boots? Ginny was in shorts, a tank, and garden clogs. I was in cropped pants, a t-shirt, and my grass cutting tennis shoes. Ginny and I just looked at each other and laughed. We headed out into the bean patch with five gallon buckets. I opted to bring a second bucket to sit on while I picked beans. We laughed at each other, told stories, and wiped a lot of sweat off our foreheads. Ginny wasn't feeling very well and went to rest. The bucket I was sitting on collapsed and I tumbled onto a pile of mud and weeds. Then I got up to move down the bean patch a little further when my foot got caught in some weeds and I walked right out of my shoe and landed in another pile of mud. The sweat was running off of my face so fast my glasses were covered and my t-shirt was soaked. I didn't have a dry spot left on my shirt to wipe my face. However, we pressed forward. When we finished two hours later my face was red, my hands were green and brown, my nails were chipped, my clothes were soaked, I had mud on my shoes, and my hair was wet and super curly. I was starving. It was about 8:45 p.m. when we quit. I picked up a pizza on the way home for dinner and was embarrassed to walk in to pick it up. I apologized for my appearance. I went home, ate pizza, showered, and fell into bed.
This morning we woke up early and tackled the beans. We got in the groove. Breaking, washing, sorting, and prepping the beans. We selected the best beans and washed them several times and set them off to the side to drain. This is the first step to canning your half runners.
The only thing left to do is to open a jar in the near future and enjoy them with your dinner!