We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When I was a kid in the 40's my mother cooked her beans in a bean pot. She would have the bakery put the beans in their ovens on Saturday morning and cook all day until late afternoon. I loved baked beans and would eat three helpings as a toddler. In fact one of my oldest memories was sitting in the high chair asking for more beans and my mother asking my dad if I should get a third helping. I think I was two years old. Beans, beans, the musical fruit.
Good indeed. Puritan tradition had it that you shouldn't/couldn't cook on the Sabbath day. The good Puritan housewife would put a pot of beans to cook on Saturday night, and have baked beans ready for Sunday dinner.
My maternal grandfather ate baked bean sandwiches.
We had baked beans every Saturday night with hot dogs and mustard or ketchup. Nowadays, I'm too lazy to make them, and my Illinois farmers' daughter won't eat them, so I usually just open up a jar of B&M. I also prefer knockwurst with them, and lots of mustard. And rye or pumperknickle bread on the side.
Bush's makes a decent canned Boston style bake beans, too. And you can get theirs in single serving cans.
PS. Spam control is now necessary? Was this a delayed New Year's resolution?