One of my favourite childhood memories was slicing runner beans. Yes, you read that correctly, slicing runner beans!
My Godparents Joe and Joanie had a metal runner bean slicer and I had the great joy of feeding their beans into the machine whenever they had a roast dinner!
It was all quite a process. We’d go to the farmhouse at the back of Banstead Road (Near Oaks Park) to get the veggies and I loved hearing the tick tick tick noise as I sliced the beans to my hearts content!
Sometime during December 2020, I had a very vivid dream about my Godparents and remembered my childhood bean slicing nirvana; turns out that the Universe is a very strange twat. My beloved Joanie passed away around the time I had my dream, I had been estranged from her for over 8 years due to her very spiteful ‘family’. Very odd 🙂
Anyway! I am ridiculously nostalgic, anyone who knows me well knows this! So I procured a slicer from Ebay!
The slicer is secured to the kitchen counter by a clamp and you feed the runner bean in the top hole, then use the handle to turn the circular blade. A very satisfying pile of sliced beans builds up as you go.
To do the slicer justice, I grew my own runner beans this year! Some of them are bloody massive 🙂 think I’ll grow them every year now!
So here we go, nostalgic box well and truly ticked. Roll on dinner time!