Another failed experiment but I’m not taking it too hard. I don’t even like baked beans but I got it in my head that I really wanted to make some and that they would be goooood. That and I had a bunch of “ingredients” that I needed to use up. I poked around the internet a bit but turned up almost nothing that didn’t start by opening a can of baked beans.
So I winged it. Some onion, half a languishing red pepper, some leftover bacon and half a pound of tiny great northern beans that I quick soaked in the morning. Then I poured over the water that was left in the kettle, added some ketchup, a tiny bit of dijon mustard, molasses, Lyle’s Golden Syrup AND brown sugar. Then I simmered it until the sauce was thick and luscious and smelled soooo good and added a splash of balsamic to perk it up a bit. My stomach was growling. I tasted. Weird. The beans were still hard. I added more water, cooked it longer. Still hard. It went on that way for a while, until I just couldn’t take it anymore and I ate it. I did al dente beans and all. That’s how good it was. We all ate it and then I ate it again today. Those are Avery’s little fingers trying to grab the plate right off the table.
It’s kind of a sad story. I was sure I had navy beans but I just couldn’t find them. Imagine if the recipe had worked. I did learn a few things though. I guess that counts for something. I bet there was something in that sauce that inhibited softening somehow. Next time I’ll cook the beans all the way before I start. I even tried to cook them longer today in the crockpot and they got a little softer but certainly not as soft as they should have been. I put the last serving back in the fridge but I think I’m going to call it. How good does a sauce have to be for you to eat your beans al dente three days in a row? Did I say al dente? I meant un-donte.