Now, an old friend of mine grows green beans and dries them in her attic. She throws down a clean white sheet, spreads out the beans, and covers them with another sheet. A week later, she climbs those creaky stairs into that hellishly hot attic, gathers the edges of the bottom sheet and hauls it to the kitchen table. Puts 'em in bags and has beans for the winter. A kettle with some fried up fatback, throw in the beans, diced onions, water, salt and pepper and simmer all day. I tell you, you can eat 'em till they run out yer ears.