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Growing up, saturday night was always franks and beans night. But not just any beans- homemade baked beans! The kind that were started the night before, soaked in a brown and tan bean pot, on the stove top. My Nana would be up early saturday morning adding the brown sugar, mustard powder, molasses, and the all important onion. Then they would cook all day in the oven.
As a kid, the "franks" were the more appreciated componant of the meal (the brown bread, too) but recieving my very own bean pot was the most memorable moment of my bridal shower, the passing on of a tradition that wasn't expected and full of nostalgia.
Anyone else have a nostalgic food memory? Are bean pot baked beans just a New England thing?
As a kid, the "franks" were the more appreciated componant of the meal (the brown bread, too) but recieving my very own bean pot was the most memorable moment of my bridal shower, the passing on of a tradition that wasn't expected and full of nostalgia.
Anyone else have a nostalgic food memory? Are bean pot baked beans just a New England thing?