On our last visit to Hicham's parent's home, his mom made a delicious dish including a bean that I could not recognize. When I found out, it was my beloved fava, I almost farted with surprise. Thing is, they were fresh fava and they tasted completely different than I was used to.
I pressed for more info. Yes, I could buy them at a local farmer's market. And goodness knows, Paris is full of them. I was decided, I would simply go to the market and get some. But the bean dish was perhaps the only good thing that actually happened during that disaster filled weekend - that I forgot all about it.
Fast forward several weeks. Hicham went to the store to pick up a few things. He returned with these enormous green beans. What the hell? The little weight and price ticket informed me that they were in fact, FAVA beans! I don't know what I expected them to look like fresh. But definitely not that.
Before and After Photo:
The giant bean shell can contain only one bean as seen in this picture. Though generally it does produce about 3-5 beans. That entire large red bowl is full of the shells. It produced exactly one cup of beans.
Artsy shot of Fava.
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