Deep purple leguminous fingers hung from the vines this afternoon, ripe and crunchy. They writhed in the bucket as I dropped them in one by one and clambered over eachother trying to escape. Here they are, clumped and wriggling in the baking tray.
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| Bean medusa |
They're not poisonous despite the inky black appearance. I'm holding one now. Its quiet and the room is very still. It doesn't even quiver. The skin feels soft, and my fingers slide between each gravid bulge. Without the others watching I crunch it and the thin string sticks between my teeth. The taste lingers on the top of my palate, more green than purple, and festive, and fresh.
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| Beans trying to escape. Don't worry, none got out |
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