My dear departed Alabama-born Grandmother cooked her green beans to DEATH. Simmering them forever with some diced-up bacon. Is this a southern thing? She thought she was fixing me a treat - I ate them to be polite.
My Nana was an Indiana farmgirl and we always looked forward to receiving a shipment of "Nana beans", home-canned from Nana's garden.
I prefer the french-cut if I have to do frozen ones. The best batch I ever did were steamed slightly (crisp-tender, I guess), with tiny pearl onions, then topped with almond slivers just before serving. I was soooooo proud of myself for thinking this up all on my own. (I was a strictly-by-the-recipe-only cook at the time
Never, never canned! Yechh - they're not even the right shade of green. (Unless they are home-canned - see above.)
Isn't it against the law not to have the green bean casserole at Thanksgiving? Just don't make it with canned beans...