How do you know it’s true love?
When your husband mentions you in every conversation, and in every note.
About those beans.
I’ve made a project of baked beans and we are all suffering for it.
Yesterday the kids were sitting at the counter eating breakfast when Seth let one fly.
“Seth, you’re STINKY” Sarah said. He was highly offensive, and highly offended by her insult.
Later on that morning I myself was unfortunately sitting next to Seth, we were reading together, and he let another one fly.
The smell….was terrible. I had to fan the air before my nose while listening to his reading.
It was at that moment that I realized that our bean day HAD to be on Fridays to save the world. It’s all well and fine for me, I have no place to go, but my husband and my children have to be out there in the public all day long. I must save the public and protect the innocent.
About Rich. The morning after our bean dinner he was busy getting dressed for work when he woke me up with loud melodious toots. I began the day shaking the bed with laughter…..it was a wonderful way to wake up….me laughing and him making sarcastic remarks about beans.
I went through all my cookbooks and photocopied every baked bean recipe I could find.
“Boston Baked beans” (Julia Child recipe)
“Molasses Baked beans”
“Molasses and Rum baked beans”
“Best Baked beans EVER” (this is the only recipe I took which uses already cooked and canned beans, but it contains a grated raw potato and a bake for 2 hours, which fascinated me)
“Baked beans with Tomatoes”
“Navy Bean and Apple Casserole”
“Old Fashioned Baked Beans” (I made these on Monday)
and lastly, another “Baked Beans” (Tasha Tudor recipe, the only one with crumbled sausage in it.)
I put all the recipes in a folder.
You have to sort the beans just in case something besides a perfect dried bean got in the bag…I’ve only found one stone so far…you also pick out any bad beans.
It takes a very long time to bake beans and I can understand why many years ago it was the housewife’s dinner of choice on washing days. You can simply put the bean pot on the fire with minimal fuss and let them bake all deliciously sweet, caramelized, and soft. I also learned that the Puritan women would put them to baking on Saturday night so that they could be eaten on Sunday without breaking their rule of “no working on Sunday.”
I told my Mom about my project and she approved of it. She wrote to me, “Dad’s Grandma W made Great Northern baked beans with white sugar very plain, with salt pork on top, and your dad liked them. Uncle Arthur grew the beans. They ate them with macaroni and cheese. Dad wishes he had the recipe. I remember having the beans after we were married, when Uncle Arthur came to Grandma and Grandpa B’s house for the winter months. Grandma W also lived there, but she died a few weeks after you were born. I think I’ve been trying to make them like that taste memory all these years.”
Goodness, how delicious!
The next day I make a sandwich for lunch with leftover beans. I toast some rye bread and add a thick layer of reheated baked beans, plus a drizzle of molasses.
I have a huge favor to ask of you, dear reader. Search your mind, search your cookbooks, call your grandma/grandpa or your mom/dad or your aunt/uncle, FIND ME A RECIPE. I want all the baked bean recipes.
Please share, I would be so grateful and happy to add it to my baked bean cookbook!
(even if you have no recipe for me you can still say hello in the comment section, it’s more fun that way.) hugs