Beans

Yesterday I picked beans at the CSA—two pints of them. Since I didn’t have a pint measurer, one of the farm hands helpfully said after taking one look at me to imagine filling two glasses of beer. Thanks. I filled a pony keg. Then I went on to pillage the sunflowers, the wildflowers, the ground cherry tomatoes, and the tomatillos. Actually, that’s not true. They’re very niggardly with their portions, especially with people like me who only have half shares, and there wasn’t much to pick from. It’s also worth mentioning that I didn’t know what the tomatoes and tomatillos looked like. The best way I can describe them is that they resemble tiny paper lanterns, with a nugget of fruit inside. Afterwards I had a couple of beer glasses filled with beer. And left the beans in the car.