Baked Beans
They are the devil's food. A plate of tiny abortions covered in a rancid sauce. I can't understand their popularity, the fleshy part of the bean is squishy sludge and the skin sticks to the back of your throat. And I suspect my son is going to love beans and I'm going to have to suffer bean sauce kisses. Shudder.
Not a massive issue in the grand scheme of things but I thought I'd still put it out there.
( Weejock, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 11:57, 6 replies)

I agree
Baked beans are hot, orange spew. And the number of times I have been served them at breakfast in cafes or hotels, despite making it abundantly clear I don't want the damn things, is distressing. Even worse is when they take the meal away and scrape the beans off, leaving the beanjuice behind or even a stray bean. In which case I say NO, I want a new meal UNTOUCHED BY BAKED BEANS as I asked in the first place, please! After which the staff probably think I'm a cunt and gob on my food.

Ugh

Baked beans - AIDS on a plate.

Dktr S
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 12:22, closed)

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Yeh, I will tolerate the beans, but they have to be corralled away from chips so they don't contaminate. Can't stand that cold iffy 'nomato' slime on the side of a good chip. Pervious comments about bean breath have some resonance with me, but in my case it is peanut butter, it is truly the devil's effluent...
(mersault, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 12:43, closed)

Just do
what my Mum did and ensure that all your children end up as phobic of baked beans as you are.


Do you know what is worse than baked beans - SPAGHETTI HOOPS.
(ignoramusaurus, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 12:42, closed)

spaghetti hoops are revolting
and I love baked beans. the sauce is different, and the hoops themselves are vile abominations
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 16:23, closed)

I used to dread childrens birthday parties when I was a kid
because I would always get a dollop of baked beans. I was an adult before I could bare to eat them.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 12:51, closed)

Beans're student food innit
A couple of years ago, working at a gym, I found myself in charge of giving out thousands of samples of baked beans. They were Branston ones, in half-sized ringpull tins.

The boss was sick of the sight of them so I got rid by presenting each member with student offspring with a case of 36 cans, or sometimes two cases, to take away to uni in the autumn.

Went down very well indeed. I like to think that I'm remembered on certain campuses as the patron saint of baked beans.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 21:13, closed)