Snapping beans takes me back to my childhood, sitting on the front porch with a bushel or two, helping Grandma break them. It’s a mindless but satisfying use of your hands that gives you time to chat or to think. While I broke beans, I thought about how I would write this post about canning beans at mental_floss.
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Oh, wow. That takes me back. I can remember stringing and snapping beans with my grandmother.
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