Growing up, my perception of green beans was grim: they came from a can looking a sickly dark green and flopped when you touched them. Don’t even get me started on the smell. And in casseroles, they were even worse. I didn’t fall in love with green beans until my early 20s, during a meal at Trattoria L’Incontro in Astoria, Queens.  The greens were rich and nutty and snapped when I bit into them. They took on the delicate flavor of the butter and and balsamic glaze they were c