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  • Back in the 40's I loved baked beans and hated onions, although my dad taught me to take a small green onion, put a little salt in a pile, dip the end of the onion in it, and then take a bite of buttered bread and then a bite of onion. Otherwise onions did not touch my lips. When mother made potato salad, she made a separate batch for me without onions.

    She would make homemade, soak and cook your own, northern beans with celery and a ham hock in them and it was delicious. She always saved some of the beans for baked beans with brown sugar and molasses. One day I happened to surprise her in the kitchen just as she was pulling the onion out of the center of the crock of baked beans and I got very upset and said I wasn't going to eat her baked beans, which I dearly loved. She informed me that there was always an onion under the bacon on top and hidden in the beans and I had just not seen her pull it out before. Naturally, I was in shock and I did eat those wonderful baked beans.

    I have learned to make a great homemade bean soup, but she never used a recipe for her baked beans and I never mastered her baked beans. In the meantime, over the years, I have learned to love onions and to cook with them, because some dishes are just better with an onion stuck in them.
  • Beans are good for the bones, the soul, and the environment,

    The photo is of one of my mother's crock pots that she used for baked beans, reflected in Grandma's old breadbox with a cutting board inside the 'door'.
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