When I grow pole beans, it’s rare they even make it to the kitchen. I wander by the planting box, in the morning to get the mail or at night coming back from a bar, and pause to pull green beans off the vine. I crunch them between my teeth, the snap and the juice, a true pleasure of summer, second only to plucking ripe cherry tomatoes straight from the vine and into my mouth. But when I grow Cherokee Trail of Tears beans, the vines are so prolific that…
