I have admired this brown-lidded bean pot from my parents' home since I was a kid. I don't specifically eating beans prepared in it, but I do remember savoring one of my mom's specialties, from it, bubbling to perfection: green rice casserole, one of those '70s dishes that involves mixing white rice with frozen broccoli, adding a can or two of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup, and then topping it off with a handful or two of crushed Saltine crackers.A few years back I admired the pot that had been retired to an upper kitchen cabinet and told her that if she ever wanted to get rid of it, I wanted it. Well, she sent it to me, and when I turned it over I read in black market, "Wedding Present, July 1 1962." That was the year my mom and dad got married in Mansfield, Missouri.
I sneak my treasured bean pot into any scenario I can. It has made appearances at theme parties: a Dolly-Parton celebration where it held her own recipe of Cowboy Baked beans and a festive indoor tailgate party that appeared in my book The Find: The Housing Works Book of Decorating With Thrift Shop Treasures, Flea Market Obects, and Vintage Details. My dear object will reappear tomorrow night when dear friends put together a late-night Sunday supper (on a Thursday!) celebrating my books launch.
Even though my dear mom and dad can't be there, their old bean pot will!
"Beans, beans good for the heart!"
Always frugal, always fabulous -- The Elegant Thrifter
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