Last night I had a wonderful tea. I had baked beans on toast. Not just any old baked beans – curried baked beans. Heinz Curry Beanz! Who could ask for more? It took me right back to my childhood.
Now, I had never had Heinz curried beans before so this was a treat. I had recently found them in a local shop and I was so excited.
I poured them into the saucepan and they looked kind of funky… very dark, not at all like the Heinz baked beans I remembered. Obviously I had to lick the spoon and they were, yes I’m going to say it – Awful. I felt like a traitor. How can I not like curried baked beans? They are Heinz Baked Beans, and they are curried – who could ask for more? I felt as though I was losing all that is British within me. *sigh*
Oh, and they had raisins in. It took me right back to those awful school dinners when it was curry day and you had to pick the raisins out of that slop they said was curry, but clearly wasn’t.
|A very English tea|
But, I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away, after all they were Heinz Baked Beans. The more I ate, the more I realized they weren’t so bad. I did, in fact, eat the lot, even mopping up the sauce with my toast. By the time I was finished, I think I had convinced myself that I liked them. I probably won’t buy them again, but I was an experience (to say the least).
Did you ever find something you had craved since moving from England only to find you don’t actually like it?