I won’t NEVER ever eat a broad bean…..unless

When I was a child Dad grew most of our vegetables in community garden plots by the Tullamarine freeway. Being Dutch (and having lived through a recession in Europe after World War 2) Dad was highly affected in his formative years with a lack of food. This translated into the following sorts of behaviours (some I actually thought were normal until I got older):

  • grow as much of your own food as you can (very sound)
  • grow every vegetable as large as you possibly can (eg marrows rather than zucchinis)
  • when you cook food – bulk up on cheap charbohydrates (ie potato, rice) and minimise the meat (fair enough)
  • rarely eat out (ie twice a year if you are lucky)
  • make your own beer and wine (awesome for us as teenagers because we didn’t have to try getting into pubs, just raid the backyard stash!)
  • only ever put 3 inches of water into the bath (to save water), and sit in the bath in the dark (to save electricity) – unfortunately I witnessed Dad doing this when I was climbing quietly over the side gate once
  • only use one gas panel on the heater, and only have one heater in the house (picture a long, double-brick, three bedroom, gothic-refrigerator style house)
  • try driving from Melbourne to the Otway ranges at 50km/hr in 2nd gear to save petrol (now I would expect to see James May do this on Top Gear, but this actually happened!)
  • ignore use-by dates on food completely (ie Dad considers 1998 Belgian Chocolates a treat!)
  • every meal must be consumed completely, if not by you, then by Dad (even with the invention of the refrigerator, this rule still applies)
  • if you see a doughnut in the fridge and it’s not yours, then eat it immediately (otherwise you might miss out, and you can always use the excuse that you ate it incase it might go off)
  • if you find something cheap, buy enough to see you through the next war (if there is another war, Dad and cockroaches will survive).
Boarding SouthCruise 18 April 1955 (Dad in the centre right)
Boarding Zuiderkruis headed for Australia 18 April 1955 (Dad in the centre right)

I am not taking the mickey out of all of these behaviours, I grew up with them, I thought they were normal (except for bathing in the dark which I knew was weird!). Some of them are very sound practices, and I suspect things such as growing your own food are things I would like to be doing more of. These practices result from have had it really tough. I am sure these behaviours were necessary for your survival in the 1950s. Today I feel we have gone to the other extreme and I am sure the truth lies somewhere in the middle.

So…what has all of this got to do with broad beans? As a result of Dad trying to get the maximum yield out of every crop, he would grow his broad beans to be as large as possible. As a child I was abhorred by them. I remember Mum used to hide them under the mash. I could sense when she had done it – you could tell she was up to something!

I recall trying to peel the leathery skin off them, and then trying to swallow them whole with the aid of a glass of water so as not to have to bite into the starchy insides. Eeerrggghhh!

My eldest sister Kirshten (who could best be described as a model child, school prefect, did as she was told etc) wasn’t even able to stomach them. I recall her executing her most elaborate scheme to avoid eating broad beans. She placed a napkin on her lap, and pretend to cough during the meal and drop each bean into the napkin as she did. Then her coughing fit then unfortunately got so bad that she conveniently had to bolt outside and dispose of said beans. (Mum, if you area reading this, it is true. Kirsh, suck it up. I covered for you then, but now that you are 40 you can fend for yourself!).

As a result of these rather traumatic broad bean experiences – I had avoided them at all cost.

Then one day I discovered that broad beans are:

  • one of the key ingredients in my favourite Persian dish ‘Baghali Polow’ (or what we call ‘Green Rice’)
  • actually delicious and sweet if you pick them at the right time (even the skin)
  • one of the few plants that will grow in your garden all year round (a bonus for those of you who don’t feel you can grow anything)
  • a great green manure – as they fix nitrogen into the soil. So planting them in your garden improves the soil around it for all other plants. Grow your broad beans, and as they start to flower, cut them to small pieces with your secateurs. This will return organic matter and nitrogen to the soil. Cheaper than buying fertiliser, and more natural too.

I also think that broad beans are one of the most beautiful coloured vegetables. When you blanche them and peel away the skin, they are have such a lush and vivid green colour. Sitting down peeling them can be a cathartic experience.

Vivid great broad beans

My son bought some beans home from school this year, and we pushed them randomly into the garden during winter. Each bean sprouted into a beautiful plant, and we yielded plenty of beans.
The Legendary Cuisine of Persia
A few months ago, I dug up my Persian recipe book The Legendary Cuisine of Persia and created my favourite Green rice. There is something about eating food you have grown yourself. I will attached the recipe and instructions next time I make it. I also went on to experimenting with a lovely broad bean salad, which is great for summer.

Makes me think – if I don’t like something, perhaps I should try giving it another go. Maybe I have just had a bad introduction to it.

Late edition (7/1/10): More on broad beans (aka Fava Beans) from a permaculture website. See it’s not just me that thinks they are amazing!

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Kerin says:

    I didn’t like them at first either, but both my kids love them fresh off the plant – ours don’t even make it inside!

    If we do manage to get some in the kitchen, a light fry in olive oil and garlic and then mooshed on warm toast is a treat!

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    1. Geri says:

      Thanks Kerin! I will have to try them next time with garlic and olive oil. Sounds lovely!

      You also raise another interesting point…trying things fresh off the plant. My daughter does this with the snow peas (not my son mind you) and I know why. They are so crunchy and sweet…it doesn’t get much better than that!

      Thanks for your feedback!

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  2. Facility says:

    I also was traumatised by the broad bean, which my grandparents thought was delicious served up with boiled lamb shanks (shudder). But I guess if I managed to convert my husband to brussels sprouts (which, based on his childhood experiences, he believed had to have the absolute crap boiled out of them), I guess I should give the broad beans a go myself. Speaking of which… brussels sprouts, halved and sauteed with bacon, onion, garlic and chicken stock = delicious!

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    1. Geri says:

      Dear Facility, thanks for sharing your traumatic childhood broad bean story. I am wondering if we need to start a therapeutic clinic for people with traumatic broad bean and brussel sprout experiences? I do believe that anything sauteed with bacon, onion, garlic and chicken stock would be delicious, especially broad beans. Dang, why not throw a knob of butter in there with then and I think you will be cured!

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