A hill of beans

As it happens, I know the song the Siren sang how many beans make five*, but I am on less certain ground when it comes to making baked** beans in America.

It's Memorial Day, and barbecues are traditional; Jeannie is hosting a Wrath of Khaaaanivores afternoon, with movie and fudz; I am baking sesame buns per request. Also I have jointed a chicken and marinated it overnight in yoghurt and tandoori spices, just to see what happens when we chuck that on the grill; also also, I am making beans.

I have sizzled onion and chilli and garlic and the end of my own bacon, and put that in a pot with soaked beans and their soaking water and a tin of tomatoes and smoked paprika and molasses and bay leaves and black pepper and dry mustard. While it-all boils down, I am wondering what I might have forgotten/omitted through ignorance. What else goes into baked beans?


*Bean, bean, bean and a half, half a bean and a bean.

**(actually boiled)

Review!

Actually it feels almost like an obituary, as the series has been axed; but nevertheless I do rather like this review of Desdaemona et seq. 'Specially as it comes from a library. I like libraries. (Tho' someone should probably tell this one that Chaz Brenchley writes a lot more than horror, bah humbug.)