The Road of Beans

Upon returning from the UK last autumn, I thought it would be nice to continue the vibe and eat beans on toast again after having had my first proper English breakfast in Leicester. (It is easier to prepare than black pudding.) I cannot eat this often so it would have to be a treat.

I bought a small can of Bush's baked beans for the occasion. While I would have bought some of Heinz's from the UK, a normal sized can was too much for me as I would be eating solo. That and my source of baked beans from across the ocean, Woodman's, stopped carrying the curry beans. Now, had they been on offer, I would have gotten those.

Well, that can of beans sat in my cupboard for a while but I recently dusted it off, threw in some smoked pork loin, and served it over some toast made with bread I made. (Er, my breadmaker made.)

It turned out well and I listened to some IQ as I ate because, while I was waiting to be seated for my first proper English breakfast, IQ's singer, Peter Nicholls, walked right in front of me. I was gobsmacked as I reverted to being 17 again. It's not everyday I get to be in the presence of a prog rock god. Haha!