We had a near New England supper this evening of beans and hot dogs. I remember as a child living in New England, every Saturday was homemade baked beans, hot dogs (a “snapper”, made locally) and brown bread. Early Saturday morning either my father or mother would have a pot of beans slowly baking in the oven. Then if you went to someone else’s house on that day chances were that, they had a pot of beans in their oven baking. It was familiarity. I miss that feeling of familiarity. I have that pot that my parents cooked their beans in, but it is chipped and cracked and unusable. I now use it as a decoration in my kitchen to remind me of those rare Saturday evenings when I felt at ease.
I told Tom that I wished I had some Boston brown bread. He told me to make some. That is a good idea; I wish I had prepared for it earlier in the week. I would have saved some cans so that I could have made it. I don’t have any other vessel here that I could have used. This type of bread is steamed in cans. And no, I don’t like my brown bread with raisins.
Then that gave me the idea to make Indian pudding. I love Indian pudding and used to make it all the time back home and when Carrie lived here. She and I were the only ones that like it here in this house. I like it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream when the pudding is warm. It has a unique taste so I can see why most wouldn’t like it. I never did get to any real cooking today. I just thought about doing it. Which, I am guessing, is not the same.
Eh! Just go open a can of B & M’s and the package of Nathans (don’t ask what’s in them) and don’t look for a New England Style Hot Dog Roll here, all we have are the side loading buns. That is as close as we are going to get to a New England style, Saturday supper of beans and hot dogs.
Geesh! Just, go and eat!