Hick fired up Gassy G this evening to grill some hamburgers and pork steaks. I contributed a baked potato for The Pony, who simply loves that single vegetable, and some delectable baked beans and fresh strawberries. Not that they were mixed, of course. I would have tossed in a salad, but The Pony is a grazer who is pushing it to eat three items, and Hick loves him some meat. No fillers for him.
My baked beans were actually made in a saucepan on top of the stove. I know you believe Hick, that I only "cook" by warming things in the oven or heating them in the microwave. But I'm branching out. I used to bake the beans in the oven. I like them when they get a little crusty on top. However, my oldest stepson once asked, "What's the matter with these beans?" So I stopped that for a while in shame. Even though that was my desired result. The kid also asked his dad once, when I was working late at open house, "Where's the cheese?" Because Hick made him a grilled cheese sandwich with a single slice of Kraft American Singles, while I had always made it with slabs of Velveeta. We won't even go into the "stringy meat" meal. Let's just say that kid was thin as a rail, so perhaps he was a bit of a finicky eater. And his dad accused him of holding his utensils like a future prison inmate, with the handles in his fists, but he really did turn out fairly normal.
Anyhoo...getting back to my beans, I didn't really start from scratch. I sliced some maple-cured bacon, diced an onion, browned them in the saucepan, then added a big can of KC Masterpiece Pulled Pork Baked Beans. Oh! But I didn't stop there. I added some yellow mustard, some Save A Lot hickory barbecue sauce, and some Worcestershire sauce. Then I simmered them about an hour and let them set until time to warm them for supper.
Mmmm. The best baked beans ever. A can of KC Masterpiece on the stovetop.
At least I didn't hand Hick a spoon and the can.