Hmm... names, now with faces.

Baked beans for breakfast. I thought that was a New England thing. Well, it is the East Coast...

I thought it was an English thing but I've been doing it for years. I actually taught my kids that beans and eggs are good even though my wife thinks it's disgusting...

V.

I'd have gotten some of the beans myself had I known they were available, instead I got distracted by the variety of fruit and just piled that up.

You'd never catch me eating eggs though...

-Hania

I normally would have helped myself to seconds but found myself buzzing around rubbing elbows... as for me, I love eggs...

V.

Baked beans were almost a staple for me growing up south of London. These days they're a comfort food for special occasions...

I do so love my baked beans! I remember my grandfather having a 'discussion' with my step mother about beans. Being an old navy man from WWI, he said he had beans almost every meal. That got me to thinking - well of course! They had no refrigeration so they needed dried food stuffs - like beans!

V.

I only saw them offered at a couple of diners in the area. One morning a few years back, they had a tray the at the Lion's Club buffet breakfast at the firehouse in town. Then they showed up at the KofC breakfast at the firehouse. Hmm, same guy behind the tray -- he made 'em, from scratch, too. Then they made an appearance at the American Legion breakfast. Now hardly a breakfast goes by where they don't offer baked beans. Not the Willimantic Elks, though. Their tables are already crammed from end to end; they don't even offer pancakes (good French toast, though).

I miss meals shared like that. When I was a kid the local Moose club had a fish fry every Friday night and it was good too.

V.

Try the local K of C during Lent.

One of our local churches puts on a superb fish fry every Friday between Lent and Good Friday. They don't actually put it on Good Friday, but the local Polish Home is a pretty good second.

and back to you Rocket...

V.