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Thursday 13 November 2014

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Ever wonder why Boston baked beans are called “Boston” baked beans? It’s the molasses. Boston has been tied to molasses since colonial days, when the city was a trade center for rum from the Caribbean. Molasses is used for rum production and is a by-product of sugar refining and was easily available to the colonists. And then there’s the Boston Molasses Disaster of 1919, when a huge tank of molasses exploded and sent a sea of the gooey stuff flooding the streets of the North End. I lived in the North End of Boston in the early 80s and at the time you could still pick up a faint scent of molasses on a hot summer day.
Now to the baked beans. Boston baked beans are by definition, slowly cooked. According to Shirley Corriher in CookWise (great book, btw), either sugar or calcium will make beans hard, even after long hours of cooking. Molasses contains both sugar and calcium, which is why adding molasses to a pot of beans will enable you to cook the beans for what seems like forever, without the beans getting mushy. But it also means that if you cook the beans in molasses to get that wonderful flavor, you have to cook them a good long time.
Although traditionally cooked in an oven, Boston baked beans lend themselves perfectly to slow cookers, which is the method we prefer here.

Prep and set this recipe the night before you want it for breakfast. Perfect if you have a busy day ahead of you or just don't like cooking in the morning. We always make so we have for breakfast Christmas morning.

This isn’t really a pie. There’s no crust. But I cut it out in the shape of a slice of pie. Therefore, it’s a breakfast pie. Don’t fight me on this one.

Have you guys seen the commercials for Krave cereal? The things I would have done to that cereal when I was younger. Bad, bad things. Chocolate inside the cereal? Stupid. Just stupid. I bet it tastes like heaven. Or eating a chocolate bar for breakfast. Which is my heaven.

I’m obsessed with food trucks right now. I can’t help it. They taste just so damn good. Check out @quieroarepas on Twitter and start following them everywhere they go, if you live in Denver. Seriously, I want to live in an arepa.

Ok, so I need to talk about the sad/happy times that occurred over the weekend. My friend Justin recently decided that San Fransisco was a better place to live than Denver. Understandable. I’ve only wanted to move to California like 67 times. So when he had to leave on Sunday at 9pm to venture off to his new home, we decided throwing him a party starting at noon on Saturday and not ending until 2am Sunday was the best decision. These are the best kinds of parties. Mostly because it included almost everyone from our Lake Powell trip, plus some that missed out. So it was like we were back in Powell again. Or at a frat party during hazing week. Is that a real thing? Whatever. All everyone wanted to do was get Justin drunk as could be. Then do mean things to him. Not actually mean, just kind of mean. Like smash cake in his face. Or pick him up and spin him around like a rag doll in hopes of him puking. Guys are so weird.

He never puked. And he ate the cake off his face.

But the best part of it all was that we ended up at my favorite bar downtown where we took over the dance floor. Seriously took it over. I’m pretty sure people outside of our group got pushed. I watched some girl get taken out at the legs when the guys decided it was smart to tackle each other. Either way, it was awesome. So much jumping. I think I lost a toe nail. Ew. They even played this song which is pretty much my favorite song of the week. So dumb, but so catchy. It sounds like he’s saying condom style. My favorite part is at 1:55. You can skip to that part.

It was honestly a fantastic night. I kissed Justin on the cheek probably 26 times and I’ve probably only hugged him a total of 12 times in my life. I haven’t known Justin for very long, but somehow still love the guy. Justin, I hope San Fransisco is everything you had hoped for and more. And we will all miss the sh*t out of you back here. I plan on visiting you soon, taking over your apartment, and CrossFitting at your new gym. Deal? Deal. And if anything, we can reunite next year in the water of Lake Powell. 85 footer anyone?