I had never even heard of it, but apparently it’s a thing and a thing that goes well with beans and franks. When I spent some time working in Maine, I met a few people who had a fondness for brown bread in a can. B&M, according to their label, was celebrating their 150-year anniversary plus they have roots in Maine and the great city of Portland. I have to say for a time, I enjoyed the Bush’s Beans commercials and that crazy dog, but that campaign has grown tired and so has my enjoyment of the brand. It came down to the two big players for me: Bush’s and B&M. My first decision would need to be what brand. The bean scientists have been working overtime. Country style, Classic New England Style, Vegetarian, Maple, Pumpkin Spice. I’ve never really spent much time here before. My journey started at the grocery store where I scanned the baked bean section. But I realize that this is a classic American dish – nay, a classic New England dish – so I had to take one for the team, ozone layer be damned. Would I be voted “Worst Guy in the Cubicles” tomorrow? Would Lola, who has a meeting early tomorrow morning, be shifting in her chair throughout the conversation struggling to hold them in? Would this put in motion a series of events that there would be no return from? This was going to be a dangerous meal. However, I couldn’t help but worry that this could this be the end result of the beanie weenie dinner I was planning for tonight. As a youngster, I thought this was the funniest moment ever in cinema history. That makes me think of the famous bean eating scene from Blazing Saddles when they are all sitting around the campfire eating beans (and I assume franks) and then letting them rip into the night air. That means old Uncle Reb was eating a can full of beans and franks sitting by the campfire on the night they drove ol’ Dixie down. We’ll probably find a half-chewed Kitty Karry-All doll on the rough of the 13th hole at Newport National Golf Club, a last remembrance of the youngest one in curls (cue the Brady Bunch Theme played in slow, sad tones.įranks and beans are one of the oldest convenience foods we have dating back to the Civil War. They probably will get eaten by a Middletown coyote. Alas, it was too wet today for hiking so Bobby and Cindy would have to go unsearched for. We could go on a hike through the Aquidneck Land Trust property preferably with a rolling fog on the hills and we could yell out to no one in particular, “Bobby! Cindy! Where are you?!” The beans in the flashlight was an image that has always stood out to Lola and when I mentioned Franks and Beans, that was what she wanted to do. Our first vision of celebrating this day was to put the Franks and Beans (or the Beanie Weenies as Lola calls them) into the empty battery compartment of a flashlight and enjoy them that way akin to the way Bobby and Cindy feasted on them when they were lost in the Grand Canyon on The Brady Bunch.
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