Baked Beans recipe

I just posted my Mum’s favourite Baked Beans recipe on the Mors Kjokken page, along with some notes from me. Hope you enjoy them. The recipe makes a lot, but we had two adults and nine children to feed, and we liked these. But, as it says, it freezes well, so the leftovers won’t go to waste.Β  ~ Linne

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13 thoughts on “Baked Beans recipe

  1. Brunhilda is on pretty much 24/7 over our winter months here in Tasmania (Brunhilda is our enormous 4 oven wood burning hot water heating stove) so recipes like this are perfect for long slow cooking with very little cost. I will be making this one for sure! Cheers for sharing. I think that we should all share our family recipes so that they can be collated for future generations. I read an article by Harriet Fasenfest where she was interviewing our older ladies to ensure that the frugal ways of the past weren’t lost. So many things they have to teach us and we really REALLY need to learn them ASAP before these ladies are all gone and we no longer have the chance. There are so many things I wish I had learned from my grandmothers and mum before they died.

    • Hadn’t heard of Harriet F., but will google her when time permits. Sounds much like the Foxfire books; a fantastic English teacher in the Appalachians sent his class out every year to interview the elders, then write up the interviews. Every year they produced a book with priceless information and stories. Such a good way to connect the generations! We could use more of that nowadays, with the constant advertising promoting things as “not your Mother’s . . .” or “not your Grandmother’s . . .”; most recently I saw a Michaels ad for a woodburning kit promoted as “not your Grandfather’s woodburning . . .” Such a disrespect for tradition and wisdom. Of course we need change and growth (Heaven knows my generation did their share, and more, of that . . .), but why the disrespect and attempt to sever those already fragile connections? I wonder . . . would it have anything to do with the elders teaching youth to resist advertising, fix instead of discard, make it yourself and save money? No, it couldn’t be . . . could it??

      I’m sorry you have lost your grandmothers and your Mum; my grandmothers died long before I was born, so I never had one. I missed it like crazy, too, after hearing my own Mum’s stories about summer weeks spent with her grandmother after she lost her own Mum (my Mum was a middle child at 10 that year; the others ranged from barely 2 to nearly 20). But it’s one reason for my longish posts online; I want to share what little I know with anyone who wants to hear it; and it’s also kind of fun to go back through the memories and re-live those days. They weren’t all fun or easy, but that’s not the point to me; they are my life and I do like things in their entirety, not with all the ‘unpleasant’ or ‘ugly’ bits masked or discarded. We all have things to contribute and I’m as happy to learn as I am to share what I know. So if anyone has questions, just ask; if I don’t know, I’ll be honest and say so.

      I loved the USofA post-apocalyptic TV series “Jericho” for several reasons, but I had to really shut down the critical voice in my head that kept saying, “if I were the mayor, one of the first things I’d do is inventory everyone’s tools and skills; then I’d get them busy teaching the kids; death happens and it doesn’t always wait until you are 100 or ready to go. Skills can be lost in the blink of an eye. WHY aren’t they THINKING???” Other than that, I enjoyed it a lot. It may be on Netflix or your equivalent, too. My son sent it to me in 2009 when I was out of work for months, so I own a copy. Being just a tad obsessive, I began watching it when I ate lunch or supper (I don’t much like eating alone without either reading or a movie to watch); I limited myself to one episode per meal. I watched all of them, end to end, five times before I switched to something else. I still like to revisit my favourite episodes and have watched the entire thing right through at least twice more.

      I have more recipes to share, some of my own, some of my Mum’s; will post when I upload some. I wish my extra ‘pages’ would accept posts. Not sure why I can only update there and only post on the main page. A conundrum . . .

      • That’s why we don’t bother trying to add other pages as it’s too much of a pain to try to work out why they won’t accept more posts. I would love to read about you and your mothers recipes. I sometimes think I should post more about the recipes that I have collated over the past 25 years. I have been ferreting away weird and wonderful recipes for all different kinds of unusual ethnic and other things for all of that time. When the internet was invented (MAN that makes me sound old!) it was an amazing boon to me (even though I couldn’t type very well at the time, I soon got lightning fast!) and I would spend hours typing entire recipe books out. I typed out the entire “Permaculture book of ferment and human nutrition” in a single weekend because the book cost $300 second hand (a case of supply and demand at it’s worst!) and I didn’t have it and there was a waiting list a mile long for the book from the library so I spent 3 days solid typing…I turned it into a PDF and was suitably proud of my efforts :). I think an old saying on my grandmothers (I am apparently a lot like her) was “needs must when the devil drives” meaning you make do with what you have to get yourself what you need. I am learning all about how to do it and people like you are amazing resources. I would be completely overwhelmed by some of the things that you had to live with and do to survive with your family when your husband was out of work. It makes my own hardships look like Donald Trumps Highrise living. I would love to hear more about your time on the farm and how you did what you had to do and I really do think that there is a book in there somewhere :).

      • Will answer fully later; just have to say that when I tell the young people (bank, offices, whereever) who ask me if I need help using the computer, that I started using computers when you had to boot up with a floppy, the look on their faces is priceless!! Floppy?? ‘Boot Up’?? whaaaattttt?????????????? And then I tell them (truthfully, also) that my younger sister began working with computers when she had to punch code into tape; the old on/off system (binary, you know . . .). Another priceless look. Well worth the initial aggro, just getting to say those things . . . am I becoming an annoying old fogey, do you think? Yes? Well, good!

      • Steve used punch cards when he was at school ;). Did you ever get a U.K. series called “The Goodies” over there? If so you will remember Graham, if not you wont! ;). I can’t wait till people start talking slowly to me and yelling and I will talk slowly back to them and yell even louder…BRING IT ON! πŸ˜‰

      • Steve could talk to my sister!
        No, I never heard of “The Goodies”; is it a series?

        I let my hair go grey (and its still long, but not as long as I’d like LOL) and right away I started getting addressed as ‘dear’. I never mind English people calling me ‘love’, but here ‘dear’ seems only to be used towards small kids and older women… ‘dear’ implies thst one is a bit (or more) feeble and incapable; tolerated but not needed. ‘Miss’ is almost as bad; as if it’s a compliment to imply they think one is young.

        I keep telling people that Spring is NOT the only season…
        I like the wholeness of things (am I getting too weird now?); a good example is when I once had a glass jar with a bouquet of daffodils in it on top of my frig. I loved to look at them every day. Then they began to droop; the water dried up (I let it; interested to see what would happen); the petals becsme transparent and curled into SUCH interesting shspes! I left them there for months… After a while the most interesting thing was the comments they generated: “you really DON’T throw anything out, do you?”; “did you know those are dead?”; “WHY are you keeping those? They’re DEAD!” and so on… Explaining earned me pained snd puzzled looks, but no sign of comprehension or empathy ensued…
        Anyway, I like the whole thing of life, not just the ‘pretty’ (but sometimes still unattractive) stages. Elders have tbeir own beauty; I love looking at my mother’s hands; they held me and hundreds of other babies; made bread, chopped wood; carried water; painted, wrote poetry, wove cloth, quilted, soothed (and sometimes spanked!), so much love, work, history in those hands . . . but to the general world, they would be seen as ugly and in need of fancy oils and potions . . .

        Ok, I’ll stop here. Photos of finished projects to upload!

      • I think when your grandparents and parents (especially) die, it’s your wakeup call to make sure that you are living your life to the fullest. We all get old, we all age and we all die. Simple really but unless we face up to that fundamental fact that we are all united by birth and death and everything in between is a complete gift and it’s up to us to choose to open it if we see fit, we never live our lives to their fullest. I have vases of dead flowers because I am too busy to notice them ;). I only change them when the water goes green and gangrenous (ech!). I am a magpie. I collect all sorts of things and have little bits of washed glass, old bits of pottery from the 1800’s that were discarded into the river at the front of our property, shells, all different kinds of seeds (horticulturalists are prone to that πŸ˜‰ everywhere in piles, heaps and in various hidey holes. Our home isn’t pristine, its lived in :). The Goodies was a U.K. comedy about 3 men back from the 70’s it was great fun and Graham was a scientist in it with a massive great computer :).
        I haven’t even looked at more than a few posts (you are at the top of my new rss feed reader now πŸ™‚ ) today. I spent the day doing backed up surveys and clearing out my mailbox and ended up having a nana nap for a couple of hours after lunch. I can’t wait to see your finished stuff :). I won’t post my stuff because I NEVER finish it! I have jumpers and things minus sleeves, minus cuffs, minus collars and pretty much minus the impetus to finish them. I am a flighty creature (magpies usually are πŸ˜‰ ). I loved holding my nana’s hands. They were so old, the skin was so thin but it was so very soft and I could feel nan’s heartbeat through that thin mottled skin a sort of ethereal beauty encased in the dignity of age πŸ™‚

      • The raven is my totem bird, but magpies are part of the clan and I’m certainly living proof of that, too! Wish I could visit and you could show me all your treasures and tell me their stories . . . one of my favourite things to do. I, too, have all sorts of bits and bobs; feathers, stones, bones, bits of string and thread, china I love, photos (many belonged to an elderly friend, now gone, and are of people I never knew, but I hated that their treasures would end up in a dump, so now I treasure them for her sake), anything with colour, shape or pattern that catches my eye, old tools, including kitchen tools, leather, any natural thing, really. And then there are the craft supplies . . . I used to say I could do, or had read about how to do, pretty much any craft known to woman! and that I have the supplies to prove it!! Oh, yes, and the books, a few of which date to the late 1800s (only three or four, I think; wish I had more). If I win the lotto, I will have to be careful or I will have a nice A&C hobbity home with all my treasures finally on display, plus all my ‘new’ treasures, and not have two cents for the taxman . . . not really, but I am very familiar with the temptation . . . yes, and seeds, bark, shells, dried out eggs, you name it . . .

        Try letting some of your flowers go dry, then remove the heads carefully and layer them into a large (gallon, maybe) glass jar; keep away from heat and light (cause they fade); very beautiful, I think. I used to do this all the time. Sometimes I would add a bit of essential oil and it would become a sort of potpourri . . .

        I will look for the Goodies, for sure, if I ever get the laptop hooked to the TV!

        If you do want to finish some of your UFOs, try what one of my online friends is doing; she finishes three things before she allows herself to begin a new one (she’s a ‘starter’ like me LOL). In your case, since you lack impetus, maybe try finish one, start one (or two, whatever moves you . . .). Or you may find uses for the UFOs just as they are. A jumper minus sleeves? knit ribbing around the armholes and you have a lovely vest! and so on . . . need ideas? ask me . . .

        I’m a problem-solver and philosophical thinker and you sure seem to be a kindred spirit there, too.

        My Mum doesn’t like holding hands or anything that I think she thinks is ‘soft’, but my Aunty now does, and even cuddles up to me on the sofa sometimes. I love that a lot.

        Ok, off to see what else I have on my Reader . . . thanks for the lovely comments. ~ Linne

      • Well, when you grow up in the South, you eat a lot of beans, rice, and cornbread….but they’re a good source of protein, as you said. Plus they taste good! ❀

      • We didn’t eat beans as often as you likely did, and rarely rice; I remember my Mum calling the cornbread “Johnny-cake”, which I later learned is a corruption of “journey-cake” (’cause it was taken to eat along the way back in the day when it might be a few days ’til you saw another house and got a proper cooked dinner. My kids had them more often than I did and we often had rice, too; easier to store than potatoes. ~ Linne

Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading your comments. ~ Linne

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