On August thirtieth the rainy season started so I pulled up my dry beans before they could mold. I had planned twelve feet of dry beans but the sheep repeatedly broke into the garden and trimmed it down to something more like six feet of dry beans.
One plant Before shelling After shelling The purples and greens are immature so I am going to cook them to see if they really taste like beef like I was promised

I had a bowl of the beans and salt and I can confidently say that I have had foods that taste less like beef, but mainly they taste like beans.