Purple beans?

I bought these absolutely gorgeous purple string beans at the St. Paul farmer's market in Hugo, MN. It was the color. It screamed "impulse buy!". There was a yellow bean in the bunch as well. Extra cuteness to the batch.
I made these as a side dish for some stuffed peppers (also from the farmer's market). I steamed them like I usually do for green beans and what do I get?


Green beans!
They lost all their color and quirkyness.
The flavor was fine, I have no complaints about how they tasted, I just happened to want to dish up some purple beans onto my plate.
Lesson learned.

Moussaka means "I love you"

What else could cooking for over three hours mean?
Baby D and I went to the farmer's market today. Everything there looked so beautiful and appetizing. It was the first time we've gone this year and I loaded up. I even bought a pound of Organically raised ground beef. Baby D has started walking and exploring things with a new vigor, which frees up a little more time for me to cook.
I wasn't thrilled with how my Beschamel sauce turned out. Hubby is my saucier, and he's been otherwise occupied building our new house (and my kitchen!). So I made due. Plus, I enjoy throwing in some zucchini and summer squash, which thins out the meat sauce, so my dish never holds up as well as the ones in the pictures online. Oh well, it still tastes phenomenal.