My Favorite Comfort Food
Ah, it was a long and stupid day today. But I came home, paid my bills, threw a load of laundry in, and made my favorite comfort food for dinner: garlic green beans.
I wish I could take credit for inventing these things, but it's actually a restaurant here in town, Patrick's, that introduced me to them. Patrick's's (?) garlic green beans are so awesome we should all go over there right now and eat them. That is, if we're not already full, like me.
So, y'all go and ask for the green beans.
I'll be right here giving out the recipe for my poor ass version:
1 can of green beans
A shit ton of garlic powder
A heap of butter
Dump the beans in your pot. Cover with garlic powder. Heat until hot (of course).
Put the beans on your plate and add butter. After the butter melts a little, eat.
Feel better about your life.
posted by Aunt B at 5/25/2005 05:56:00 PM
7 Comments:
You should try that with garlic.
Elias
That's what they do at Patrick's and it's so good. Much better than my recipe, and mine is good and comforting.
Green beans from a can?
Not in this lifetime. Ick.
Fresh or frozen is the way to go.
I think "shit ton" should be hyphenated.
Oh, sure, I get help with "shit-ton" (thanks, by the way. I hope no one thought that was a separate ingredient) but no advice on how to indicate that the restaurant "Patrick's" has some green beans. "Patrick's"'s? Patrick's's? Patrick's'?
I think I might have to recast that one so I would never have to figure out the correct way to say it. The garlic green beans of Patrick's are delicious.
(In all seriousness, I'm pretty sure it's "Patrick's green beans")
I'm going to have to agree with Elias here on the actual garlic thing. And I'm the worst cook ever, who has never actually purchased garlic, but I've watched LE use it often enough and I've seen enough of the Food Network to figure it out. LE would double the butter though. At our house we don't each vegetables unless they're soaked in butter.
Mmm. Buttery garlic green beans. The fact that your husband cooks, even though we could not be further apart on the political spectrum if he was standing on the hot hot sun and I was balanced precariously on Pluto, makes me glad I offered to be his bigamist wife, even though he turned me down.
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