Beans, bush beans, are second only to zucchini in the glut category, in my experience. Today was the first serious shot across the bow by the little rats. Fortunately, as they've been giving a bean or two at a time for a few days now, I was almost ready. And by "almost ready," I mean I'm very close to pulling out all the cucumber vines except the lemon ones. That should help with the feeling of drowning in produce. My goal was to make enough pickles for the year, and I think I did that.
Next year, though, a few more of the tiny "Rocky" baby eating cukes (seeds from Territorial) have got to be coaxed along. Only two vines isn't enough to hand them out for snacks. I don't think I've even gotten a picture of any -- they get eaten pretty quickly, and they're only 5" long.
If I don't eat beans immediately, they sit on the counter and wither. Everything save the Cherokee Purple from the top photo went into lunch today -- the beans flash-sauteed with a bunch of garlic and some salt, the tomatoes and lemon cucumber with chunks of feta, some vinegar and olive oil.
Beans like that are my favorite prep -- sometimes with sesame oil and seeds, too. The trick is to get them almost burnt in spots, and to use more garlic than seems advisable. I've taken it to movies as a snack, although it's probably not fair to wave that much garlic around unless you have enough to share.
I have enough summer squash to share.
Some of it will get cubed under breadcrumbs tonight, but I bet it won't make too much of a dent. There's always the food bank, fritters, and soup, though.