I burned the beans...(hangs head in shame).
Miz t's church (Episcopal, if you must know) has a Lenten service and supper every Wednesday night until Easter.
(I am a non-participant.)
Yesterday she made about 2 gallons of baked beans for it.
I even helped.
Added some cane syrup (Steens), cinnamon, and ground cloves.
They were terrific beans, if I do say so.
Beans went in the fridge.
Miz t. went out and about today.
Errands, shopping, etc.
"If I'm not back by 3, put the beans on the stove and warm them up."
"You got it."
I dutifully put the huge pot pf beans on the stove and set the control to 'medium'.
About 10 minutes later Miz t. got home.
"I put the beans on about 10 minutes ago."
"Great. Thanks."
About 5 minutes later we smelled...burned beans.
Who knew that 'medium' on an electric stove would scorch a HUGE pot of ice cold beans in 15 minutes?
Well, now WE know.
Miz t. hied off to Winn-Dixie for two big containers of their excellent baked beans. They even have barbecued pulled pork in them.
Try them if they're available in your area.
I paid for the beans.
Lesson learned.
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They taste fine to me.
Miz t. sez "They're scorched."
I'm eating them now.
Anything with sweet stuff like sugar or honey, will burn unless heated at really low temperature.
My friend and I were walking around the neighborhood passing out flyers and reminding people about an upcoming important city council meeting.
"I smell toasted marshmallows!" I said.
"So do I! I wonder where that's coming from?", my friend replied.
Everyone who opened their door and stood talking with us for a minute commented on the toasted marshmallow odor in the air.
Then we got to one large house where an agitated woman (of our age, I might add 
) came to the door. She said she was turning fans on all over the house because she was making hummingbird nectar (sugar & H2O 1:4) while sorting stuff in the basement. All of the burnt sugar smell went up and out the windows and chimney, and she didn't realize what was happening on her stove until she came up the stairs...
I wondered why she didn't have a smoke detector in her stairwell that might have alerted her from the basement
That's one of the problems with electric stoves, one never knows, and has little control. My friend has one of those, and I have gas. Guess where I prefer to cook!
