From Plot to Plate: Freezing Yellow Beans
If you've been anywhere near a British allotment this week, you'll know exactly what's happened. One minute you've got a modest little row of dwarf yellow beans doing their quiet thing, minding their own business, and the next you're wading through them like you've wandered into a jungle that's decided to fight back. I went up on Sunday evening with a small colander, thinking I'd pick "a few for tea Monday." I came back down with two full Small buckets, a bad back, and the distinct feeling that the beans had been laughing at me the whole time. And as if the yellow beans weren't cheeky enough on their own, the green climbing beans have now decided to join the party too. So we've gone from "ooh, lovely, our first beans of the year" to "please, someone, take these off us" in the space of about a week. That's allotment life for you. Feast or famine, never a happy medium. The Bean Ambush Sam turned up Sunday even...
