Daily Independent (Ashland, KY)

August 13, 2013

John Cannon: All it took was one bite: 8/14/13

John Cannon
The Independent

ASHLAND — As I looked at the green beans wrapped in strips of turkey bacon while going through the food line at Saturday’s farmers market at Fannin’s, I did not find it all that appealing.

I like green beans, although they are not my favorite vegetable, and these beans were not swimming in fat or in cream of mushroom soup topped with onion bits, which is the way I like them best.

These green beans were not cooked on a stove. They were grilled on a gas grill, and they were being served as finger food. That’s right. Green beans as finger food! Whoever heard of such a thing?

If it had not been for the strip of bacon wrapped around the beans, I probably would not had even tried one. But I like bacon, even if it is from a turkey instead of a hog.

Besides my wife and I had gotten up early Saturday, and we left for the farmers marker immediately after my dog, Prissy, and I got back from our morning walk. I had time to fix breakfast for Prissy, but not myself.

That means I was hungry, and if you are hungry enough, you are willing to try anything.

Plus you could not beat the price. The Boyd County Extension Service was serving patrons of the farmers market as a way of thanking them for supporting local farmers who sell their produce there.

Because it was free and I was hungry, I picked up a couple of green beans wrapped in turkey bacon. I was fairly certain I would not like them.

I took a bite. That is all it took. Not only did I think the “green bean bundles” — as the extension service called them — were good, they were great!

The extension service was distributing recipes for anyone who wanted them. The recipe called for a pound of fresh green beans (which you could buy from one of the farmers at the market), 1⁄4 tsp. black pepper (which I do not like), 12 slices of turkey bacon, 2 Tbs. unsalted butter, two cloves of minced garlic, 1⁄8 tsp. ground cinnamon (which improves the taste of everything) and 1⁄4 tsp. allspice.

Since this is not a cooking column, I won’t go into the details of how to fix the green bean bundles. I will only say the finished product is worth the effort.

While my wife and I had rushed out to the farmers market to join in the celebration and take advantage of the free food, before we left we had purchased a watermelon, a cantaloupe, a couple pounds of beans and other produce costing a little more than $30. We’re still eating on those items.

I love the farmers market and I personally think Central Park would be an excellent location for a farmers market. Those who worry about vendors chasing others away from the park need to know that at most farmers markets, 90 percent of the business is done in the first hour — no make that the first 30 minutes. The Ashland farmers market would be on Friday and there is a good bet all the vendors would be gone before 11 a.m.

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This is the latest true story to add to my proposed book to be titled: “The Adventures of Going Through Life as a Scatterbrain.”

I sent several hours Monday night frantically looking for my bank debit card. After stopping by the supermarket for a few essential items such as milk, bread and cereal, I could not find my card in my billfold. Neither could I find the discount card for the supermarket.

Of all the items in my wallet, there are two items I use the most, followed close behind by my Boyd County Public Library card. Fortunately, I had enough cash (Remember that? It’s still accepted by businesses everywhere) to pay for my groceries, but not having my discount card caused me to pay more than a dollar more than I otherwise would have paid.

Not being able to find the discount card was bad enough, but it could easily be replaced. But my bank debit card was another matter. I use it instead of real money. I did not see how I could survive without it. For example, I need gasoline for my car, but without my debit card, I could not “pay at the pump.” The other alternative was to use cash, but with no bank card, I could not get cash from the ATM.

While I was worried about buying gasoline, my wife was worried about someone having taken my card and using it to buy stuff. I was not too worried about that, but it was a possibility.

But where was my card? The last time I had remembered using it was paying for lunch after church on Sunday. I reminded my wife she had used my card to pay for the meal while I went to the restroom. She informed me she had given the card back to me after I returned to the table.

After returning home, I searched everywhere I could think of for the card. I searched both cars and every place I typically hang around at home. It was not to be found. I even asked my wife to check her purse. Again, no luck.

I gave up and prepared to get ready for bed. As I took off the slacks I had worn all day at the office and also worn to church Sunday morning, I reached into my pocket, and guess what? There was my missing bank debit card and discount card. They had been there all along. Why had I not checked in my pockets for the card while paying for my groceries? Why had I checked through all the pants in the laundry basket — none of which I had worn —  but had not checked the slacks I was wearing and had worn when I last used the card?

There is only one answer for such questions: I’m a scatterbrain.

But this story has a happy ending. I now have both my debit card and my discount card. Now if I could only find my cellphone ...

JOHN CANNON can be reached at jcannon@dailyindependent.com or (606) 326-2649.