Gin and J cooked up dinner for a few friends tonight and one of the starters was endamame beans.
I have never eaten endamame beans before. Or at least not consciously. So I picked one out of the bowl and put it in my mouth and began to chew. And chew, and chew. I was left with bean strings and husks in my mouth and tried to politely pull them out and put them in my serviette. Needless to say I didn’t go back for seconds.
It wasn’t until later, observing our six-year-old guest eating them, that I realised you just pop the bean out of the husk and into your mouth and then put the shell in the other container set aside for such purposes. You don’t eat them like snow peas.