Fava beans

It smelled of freshly baked rye bread and boiled fava beans. It was around midday. Lunchtime. She (my grandmothers' sister) strained the hot boiling water leaving only cooked beans. One by one, they "jumped" into a large, old clay bowl. She disappeared into the "cold room" (she called it like that) and returned with kefir, as it was part of the lunch… continued