With those little red potatoes, and cornbread. We called them string beans but they’ve bred the string out of them. I remember pulling the strings off of beans when I was a wee lad but those days are long gone. I have no idea where those beans came from but my father was all the time bringing stuff home so that was a likely avenue. He also brought home turnips and insisted that they were good and proper food but my mother always scoffed that they fed theirs to the pigs. They were both farm bred and went through the Depression – she was a hillbilly and he was from the bottoms.