When I saw them first , covered in plastic , I almost walked away , until my husband gently reminded me of the summers we spent eating them joyously. Ahh! Nostalgia … it came back and I couldnt resist buying them .
Late summer evenings, sitting on the floor by the door or on the terrace / rooftop with the sun setting , all the women folk sitting around and popping these juicy beans while shelling them and drinking a good cup of chai . These are the memories I have .
