I just shocked myself when I wrote that title. Really.
I was a picky eater as a kid. My parents insisted that I eat everything on my plate including my vegetables. I ate them but I didn't like them. They did give me a "pass" on eating asparagus. Apparently, my gag reflex was too much for them.
Every year I continue to "try" several of the vegetables that were on my "gross list" as a kid. Most of the vegetables I hated when I was a kid, I now enjoy. I still don't like asparagus or brussell sprouts. And I hate green beans. I loathe them. Even in that casserole where the green beans are covered in cream of mushroom soup and fried onions that my sister-in-law makes every Thanksgiving. Utah Dad loves it.
Last night as we threw together a quick dinner with veggies from our garden, I suggested that we run over to the ward garden and pick some green beans. (I must brag for a second and it's OK since it's not something I did, although we did go weed the garden one night for FHE. Our ward garden is absolutely beautiful. The folks in charge have done an incredible job.) Neal and I grabbed a bowl and drove over to the garden. The beans were just ready and waiting to be picked. We picked enough for our dinner. (There are still tons on the bushes -- go get some!)
I brought them home and Utah Dad threw them in the wok with sesame oil, a red onion and a minced garlic clove from our garden. He sauteed them until the onion was caramelized perfection. I should have taken a picture but I didn't get a chance because we devoured them.
It was the only time in my life that I have enjoyed green beans and they really were amazing. Did you hear that? Green beans were amazingly delicious.