I remember having to clean big, burlap sacks full of pinto beans for my mother. Used to hate it, but now I think back fondly about all of us being together.
The worst was having to clean the chili every year!
HA!!! “Picking through dry beans”, yep!
And snapping green beans.
I hated it, but looking back, it was nice to sit on my front porch with my mom. Who knew?