There are just some things that I prefer to leave for other people to
cook. Like my grandma’s “Fuzzy Fingers” and my dad’s Baked Beans. It
wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized my dad’s beans were
something special. Sure, as far as
my family is concerned they’re the
best thing
about Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Memorial Day, The 4th, and Labor
Day… and every other family dinner in between. But that point is always
driven home after taking a bite of not-my-dad’s recipe, where I have
found everything from mustard, ketchup, or barbecue sauce to ground
beef, sliced hot dogs, or dill pickle slices.
click recipe
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