My first exposure was as a child at my Grandmother's house. She made it with a ham hock that had damn near been scraped clean. If you found a morsel of ham in your bowl, it was a bonus. She made it with Great Northerns. God Almighty it was good.
My mother carried on the tradition, with a bit more ham. Groodles after Thanksgiving or Christmas always included a massive pot of Ham and Beans, with the back half of a pigosaurus ham in it.
Around the Holidays, I buy hams on sale for the sole purpose of making a
Bought a cured ham around Thanksgiving with that thought in mind. Work has been insane for the past two months. Dinner planning nonexistent.
Yesterday I got past the deadline.
Left work early today and after settling in I thought "Ya know, I'm going to cook that pot of beans".
I'm tired of being too busy, too rushed, too tired.
It might be 1am before those Great Northerns and that Ham are ready to eat, but wtf, ya know?
I've got enough in that pot to last at least through Tuesday.
As a footnote: I am blessed in that I do not have the usual digestive reaction to eating copious amounts of beans. Granny Smith Apples are another issue.