Before I get started, no, Julia is not as tall as Alex – she’s standing on a stool. Here’s a scary thing – if Alex were to stand on that same stool, he’d be eye level with me. He’s not allowed to stand on the stool any more.
There, now that I’ve got that cleared up for you, we can talk about food.
I made a batch of baked beans again yesterday. I’ve decided that when I have a day off mid-week, that’s what I’m going to make. Not just because they’re yummy, but because we’re trying to keep our heating costs down this winter, and if I’m running the oven for 6 hours to cook the beans, not only will that throw off a little warmth, it’ll also make the house smell fabulous.
I don’t know why I haven’t made these until now. So simple, so warm and sweet and savory and yummy.
The recipe is part of a collection of family-and-friend recipes my mother put together before Bill and I were married. This one came from Bill’s mother. Actually, from his mother’s mother-in-law. And who knows where it came from before that.