The thought of green beans and turnip greens really takes me back to my childhood. It seems like we had green beans every day, what we picked fresh in the summer or what we canned for the winter. I don’t remember getting tired of them. Turnip greens are a different matter. I didn’t like them then and I don’t like them now. I like mustard greens, and my grandmother often made them for me—but turnip greens were more common.