Oh you know you have seen it at your local grocers... That big, beautiful, brown and yellow can with the white haired dame looking at you from among the other, less impressive examples of canned beans. Here we have a 7 pound, 4 ounce can of Grandma Brown's Home Baked Beans. If you don't know about these endearing beans, you can read all about them in my post on the subject.
Anyhow, I firmly believe that the Grandma Brown's can label should be put into some sort of Advertising museum, it is a true classic.
Just look at that glisten-y bean fluid on the top of the can! Look at that giant mass of tasty beans! Hosanna! I didn't get a picture, but I jiggled the can into my giant pot just right and for a moment there was a giant, free standing bean monolith. Truly something to behold.
Anyways, as I mentioned in my other post, Grandma Brown's baked beans are good in their own right (albeit a little bland), but benefit from the addition of a little something extra. I usually go with some sort of crispy, salted/smoked pork and a crap ton of hot sauce.
The point of this post is for you, lucky reader, to get some sort of weird, vicarious jollies out of the experience of opening the Uber Bean Can. Or maybe the purpose is for you to inform me that this particular fixation is strange and that I should, mayhaps, have kept it to myself.