Baked beans are a British institution. They’re served on toast, on baked (or to give them their proper English name: jacket) potatoes and, of course, they are a vital part of the one meal no Brit can live without: the full English breakfast. By why should they be bland and full of preservatives? Why shouldn’t they be coated in a thick, rich sauce full of spice and smoke? I think they should.
It looks like summer has finally arrived in England. Thank goodness. As I write I’m looking out the window at blue skies and sunshine; it would be a great day for a picnic. Thursday evening was forecast to be a good evening for a picnic, too. From 5pm onwards it was supposed to be glorious sunshine and a balmy 18ºC (64ºF) − yes, in England 64ºF is considered balmy. The pleasant forecast was very welcome for Thursday because we had tickets to an open air showing of Richard III at Dover Castle. It was a “Bring chairs and a picnic” kind of deal and we were really looking forward to enjoying a bit of evening sun and taking in some culture.