I tried to make homemade baked beans the other day. I had planned on a recipe that used ketchup and intended to make my own ketchup as I have been planning for weeks now. I soaked the beans over night, cooked them for two hours in water and opened the cans of tomatoes. When I looked at the ketchup recipe, I discovered that it was going to take 2 and a half hours. Ok so no worries but I didn’t want to use a cup and a half of Heinz (have you seen the salt content of ketchup!?) so I looked for another recipe for beans that didn’t call for ketchup. I decided on one that used maple syrup and set about gather the ingredients. No maple syrup. grrrr. So I settled on another recipe that was to take a couple of hours to bake. After the two hours was up, the beans were nowhere near cooked. I left them in the oven. They cooked and cooked and didn’t cook. hmmm. No beans for supper that night. I popped them in the slow cooker for another 4 hours. Put them in the fridge overnight and when I took them out to serve them at dinner, guess what…not fully cooked. grrrrr.

sigh.

Meanwhile, yesterday I decided to make the ketchup. I cooked, pushed through a sieve, cooked, reduced, cooked some more and after the 2 hours had the ketchup. Decided to boil a jar to store it in and by this time I was in the throes of cooking supper. Forgot to put the ketchup in the jar and went to teach bootcamp. Came home and discovered that my sweet hubby Erin, thought that the ketchup was leftover sauce from the failed baked beans and had cleaned the pot.

I just laughed and laughed.

sigh.

I guess some things are not meant to be.

Putting a chicken in my slow cooker today. Should be interesting.