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Directions:To this day, my children and I refer to this recipe--you just follow it and you cannot fail! The secret is in the sweet maple syrup to brown sugar ratio! Now you can improvise later on and add any other fancy thing you want to your beans and hotdogs, but this recipe will get food on the table. This serves about three folks who have medium appetites or four with little appetites: as my son grew to be a teenager I would always use two (2) cans of baked beans and therefore DOUBLE this recipe as far as the beans went.
Preheat oven to 350º.
Spray a small casserole dish with Pam or another baking spray for easier clean up! ( I use a rectangular 9" x 13" Corning dish that came from my redheaded Grandma Lucille--I have her middle name--can you imagine, they wanted to call me Penny Lu?*). Mix together the can of baked beans, maple syrup and brown sugar. Then take your ketchup bottle and give it two good squeezes and then one EASY; and one squeeze of mustard. Mix well. Then take your hotdogs, and place them in the beans. I like beef hotdogs the best, personally.
Serve this up with some French fries, a salad, coleslaw and you have yourself a fast and wonderful meal! |
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Notes: Okay, when I got married, I could NOT cook! I had to call my mother to ask how to make most everything. Then I discovered cookbooks, which I collect to this day! They are such a help to the novice cook and such a tantalizing delight to the experienced chef. It is with great projects like this ELCMA cookbook, that we share in our family traditions and learn the basic and fancy recipes!
Baked beans are a simple, cheap staple of the Appalachian diet. Good baked beans, however, are not always the norm. My mama, Carole Jeanne, or C.J. to her friends, made baked beans that were the best!
I remember calling up my mama and saying, "Mom, How do you make beans and hotdogs like you do?" She laughed and laughed. There are lots of fancy recipes that add green pepper, onion and all sorts of things, but I NEEDED something really easy, basic and quick.
*My mama only called me Penny Lu when she "meant business" after I told her I did not like being called Penny Lu. I felt like a character from Petticoat Junction...not that there's anything wrong with Petticoat Junction, understand me, but I just preferred plain Penny. Dealing with having red hair, for which I was named after the coin "penny" was difficult enough.
It seemed like my Swedish parents did not have to much "sense." Get it - cents? Oh-I have always wanted to say that! Okay - enough of my silly wordsmithing!
Really Mom and Dad, you had all the sense in the world and I love my name!
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