refreshing, hoping it will catch someone's attention.
when i was young, we had wonderful, busy family reunions every year .. the ladies cooked+baked!
different varieties of home baked beans were a reliable part of the fare.
my mother's concoctions were tasty, she would mix her no-recipe sauce to be "just right," add slices of bacon across the top, then .. bake! the bubbly sauce, the bacon, the crispy edges .. yum.
my father would make a big deal about tasting all those beans!
at the time, i wondered about his sanity, with all the tasty contributions - including all sorts of desserts, why beans??!! of all things.
those are fond memories. by now i realize, for those who survived the Depression, baked beans were one of the mainstays. with very little, with gratitude and love, so many in that period, and following, did their best to raise the little they had to eat to an art form for their families.
my mother used a big Dutch Oven, in the gas oven, but i can't recall details to share.
i recall the sights+tangy smells!
charcoal sounds very good. beans+campfires are a classic combination, with lots of history.