Beans the Musical Fruit…

My best friend is someone that can be described as the Ultimate Hostess.  She firmly believes in the Southern Hospitality that she grew up with.  When you go to her house you are allowed (if you truly insist) to find yourself a drink and then are required to sit down and relax with the other guests.  I’ve learned to ignore this rule and to just jump in with any last minute preparations that are needed.

So, before the Easter gathering, I called my girlfriend, determined to bully her into letting me bring something.  When I asked her what she still needed, I was shocked when she immediately told me that she wanted me to bring my baked beans.  Apparently they had made quite an impression on her and she was craving some more. 

Shaun will tell you without hesitation that I’m not exactly the world’s best cook.  In fact, he would most likely tell you that I’m somewhere down below McDonalds.  But, well, even being humble I have to admit that my baked beans are drool inducing. 

The original recipe came from our neighbors when I was a child.  I can remember that my mom desperately wanted the recipe but Miss Pat told her that she just didn’t have one.  She had always just winged it.  One day, my mom asked Miss Pat to make her beans and let her write the recipe down.  As Miss Pat started to toss a dash of dried mustard in the pot, my mom caught it and measured the exact amount.  Brown sugar, minced garlic…Mom was ready for her.  I can’t imagine how she caught the flying vinegar, but she did.  (Like I said, Mom was determined!) 

Several years later, I was ready to take on the baked bean duty.  Mom proudly presented me with pristine recipe card that had the special recipe neatly typed on it.  I really tried to follow it carefully, but it just seemed so…time consuming to measure out ¼ teaspoons of this and that.  (This small quirk could possibly have something to do with my low ranking on the cooking scale)  Eventually, I returned Mom’s crumpled and smudged recipe card as I had figured out how to make the special beans. 

This weekend I was ready to pass the recipe down to my baby girl.  She perfectly understood how much a dollop of molasses and several shakes of ginger were.  She nodded gravely when I answered her question about why some people called them “baked” beans and learned first hand about how to reduce something.  (I had to explain that it was usually a sauce, but we could make exceptions when pressed for time)

I’ll be the first to admit that my beans can look a little different.  They are very dark and very thick.  I also have to say that one bite and you’ll think you’ve made it to heaven.  I’ve yet to come across anyone that doesn’t love them. 

I just hope nobody ever desperately wants the recipe…

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17 Responses to Beans the Musical Fruit…

  1. Lynne says:


    P.S. I’m serious!

  2. MoJoKat says:

    Uh…recipe, please! 😉 Or you could make some for all of us and overnight them around the world! =-) It’s just so unfair to make a person drool so early in the morning and then leave them hanging! Sigh!

  3. Jay says:

    I think all recipes are made to be changed a bit. Maybe most baking needs to follow the recipe pretty closely. But, most other things you can wing it and make it the way you want to.

  4. Lynne says:

    actually, I thought your post was going to be about something entirely different from the title you gave it … (now what could that be?)

  5. Patsy Ann says:

    HA HA I still remember when I “obtained” that recipe from “Miss Pat”! I have used it for years; now you on the other hand belong to the dab of this, pinch of that club. Like my mother you are a pretty darn good cook regardless of what that husband of yours says! He “don”‘t” know everything! I love your beans; Susie!

  6. Barb says:

    None of my recipies are exact. I use a little of this and a pinch of that. Hummm, now I am hungry.

  7. mjd says:

    The beans do sound delicious. My dad was the cook in my house. Among other things, he made the best-in-the-world meatloaf. My sister asked for the recipe, which Dad happily provided. My sister’s version was nothing like Dad’s premier meatloaf; she swears that he left something out on purpose. However, how does a handful of this and a pinch of this translate from person to person?

    Susan, I have news…check it out here, Return of the White Robin.

  8. Tink says:

    I desperately want the recipe!!

    My baked beans come froma Bush’s can with some BBQ and brown sugar added to it.

  9. Susan says:

    Lynne, Kat and Tink~ the only way you can get the recipe is to either sweet talk my mom (if she even still has it!) or catch the things I’m throwing in! LOL

    Jay~I am more careful about my baking…maybe that’s why it always turns out like it should.

    Lynne~Well, you KNOW the music came later!

    Patsy~I may have exaggerated a teeny bit about how badly I cook 😀

    Barb~yep, so it’s always a suprise on how it tastes!


    Tink~well…you’re still young, there’s time yet!! tee hee

  10. tommiea says:

    Glad you had someone who would share the recipe in the first place….I know several that WON’T give up this Oreo Pie recipe…..she did make it once in front of us, but between four girls we had drank six bottles of wine….no one remembered to write it down! Oops!

  11. Cheryl says:

    Sounds fabulous, and I love that you’re passing the recipe on to your daughter.

  12. Newt says:

    Did I mention I was your long lost daughter from a past life. In fact I’m one of two, Tink is my twin. Bet you forgot all about us being your duaghters didn’t you???? So, let’s keep to tradition here, pass that recipe on to your kids 🙂

  13. Kell says:

    I am so hungry now.

    That sounds awesome. I have quite a few recipes like that. I try to write things down, but I just don’t seem to get that far.

  14. That is so unfair of you to taunt like that and then *not* have the recipe for it listed. No fair no fair no fair!!!

  15. Susan says:

    tommiea~Yeah…a few bottles of wine can wreak havoc on your memory!

    Cheryl~She’s just lucky I was in a good mood that day 🙂

    Newt~First of all…I’m not THAT old!!!! And if you really want to know, you’ll have to figure it out just like my um…younger daughters! (I must have been in my hippi era when I named you two)

    Kell~I don’t even bother trying to write them

    Stephanie~neeener neener neener!!!

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