Pitched a tent at Chris Maxwell’s for the Fourth of July weekend in Woodstock …I screamed “oh shit” when I saw a seven pound can of Grandma Brown’s Baked Beans at a Kingston supermarket –an even larger version of the most amazing beans from a can we had at Seth’s bachelor party up near Lake George. I got some looks from my cussing. They just didn’t understand.
Granted we had some amazing beans that Kelly made with delicious pork earlier in the night and Chris’ brisket was mouth melting …the Grandma Brown’s was sure to be a late night thing where we throw seven pounds of beans on the fire. Throw some weenies into the mix and it was great night. I turned into a monster.
Photos by Jasper Patch
Mouth melting? Not mouth-watering or melt-in-your-mouth but “mouth melting”? That just sound dangerous!
I misspoke, but I think I like mouth melting now that you put it that way.