Until recently, to my knowledge, the only French-cut green beans I’d eaten were canned and from the store. Enter the Wonderful Man. As I’d mentioned in a previous post, he has a few family members who work with him. He’s a quiet man who prefers that his younger helpers assist the customers, collect payment, and make deliveries, while he mostly stays back in a far corner of his produce stand, keeping the zapallo wedges cut and replenished.
He also slices (not snaps) green beans back in that corner. He slices them longwise, and they. are. so. good. I usually cook them the day I buy them, which is the day he cuts them, so they’re super fresh. I prepare them the way I imagine my mom’s mother would: boiled/steamed in a bit of salty water with a spoonful of meat drippings. Yum! Wish you could be here for dinner tonight!