Roasted green beans ROCK

I went to the farmer's market this morning, and since I'm more serious about eating vegetables, I bought green beans yet again. Just a few, figuring I'd not like them. I washed half, cut the ends off, and then cut them into less scary sizes roughly bite sized pieces. I tosses them with a little olive oil, salt/pepper, and what I worried was too much garlic. I baked at 425 for 15 minutes, tossing once in the middle.

Roasted green beans are to green beans as roasted kale chips are to kale. Nothing at all like them, it was like eating a chip or something.

I ate every single green bean before I took the first bite of my chicken. I would have happily eaten more. (And sadly my chicken is overcooked again. Suddenly I can't cook chicken anymore!)

In other news, someone on my friendsfriends list posts a quote of the day. Today's makes me rage:

"Those who have 'something to fall back on,' invariably fall back on it. They intended to all along. That's why they provided themselves with it. But those with no alternative see the world differently... Those of you with nothing to fall back on, you will find, are home."

-David Mamet

GRR! No! Having something to fall back on is SMART. It's called covering your bases! Being prepared! Arg!