On his farm, my grandfather grew green beans. Long rows of beans. In summer everyone would be out picking beans into pails and putting them into gunny sacks to be taken for sale at the market in town.
There were a lot of beans. This may be one reason why we sometimes had green bean soup in summer. I thought of this today when I looked at the cooked leftover fresh green beans in the fridge. I'll make soup!
No recipe; I began by making a roux with flour and butter. I slowly added about a cup of milk - maybe more, and about a cup or so of vegetable broth. Then I added the beans. I seasoned the soup with salt and pepper and added a generous sprinkle of Penzey's Mural of Flavor. Perfect!
It's a frigid day - five degrees F. at midday. So it's hot and nourishing cream of green bean soup for lunch. So very good, so very satisfying.































