baked beans: on perfection

Now that I've got that off my chest, I feel the pull of writing again. Not that Not Drinking was a block, rather that the changes that accompanied getting to that point was all-consuming - getting married, back-to-back rounds of Michelle Bridges' 12 Week Body Transformation, chiefly, and then there was the mad, sad, and very, very bad closure of the bookshop I loved werking in. It's taken a few months to recover from the grief and trauma that customers transferred to me ... so, onward and upward. Unemployment is good, and there are plans afoot to change a lot more of our lives. 

One of the downsides to no longer being in the book trade is not seeing new books, being so out of the loop that it almost hurts. Cue the lovely Charlotte from Pan Macmillan who nabbed me on my way out of Dymocks a few weeks ago. We hugged and chatted, then - super-star that she is - she sent me a parcel of new books. In the pile was a cookbook I'd not seen, a lovely thing called Ostro by a young woman called Julia Busuttil Nishimura, with rich, sometimes dark photography and groovy back-streets-of-Fitzroy-with-the-family stuff, all very Melbourne. I've cooked three things so far, and each has been excellent: an olive oil rhubarb cake flecked with chocolate to which I added ground and crystallised ginger; her "dependable cabbage salad" which was glorious and, below, her baked beans. 

I was dubious about the beans, having found dried cannellini's to be, frankly, a pain in the arse. Despite doing everything one is told to do about dried beans - buy from somewhere with a high turnover so they are fresh, soak for 12-24 hours, cook for an age, blahblahblah - they always ended up slightly crunchy. And nothing does my digestion in like a crunchy bean.        

But here's the thing. Turns out that I've been doing it wrong for all these (considerable) years. Julia has you do all of the above with one key difference, a point of genius that I have to share; after soaking and draining and rinsing the beans, you boil them at a rapid pace for 30 minutes, then drain and get on with cooking them long and slow in the oven, but it's that boiling that is absolutely key. 

Soft, tender, moreish beans that don't wage war on one's gut. Perfection.  

Comments

[Denise]

What a beautiful photo! Very curious about this version of baked beans you made.

[Elizabeth]

Oh the cannellini conundrum I've been cooking them lately without pre-soaking and with salt! For years I thought cooking beans with salt was forbidden because it made them tough, but it really doesn't. My problem with cannellini beans was they always seemed to disintegrate but the slow simmer with salt seems to solve this.

Welcome back nice to hear your voice again.

[Cindy]

Thanks for this tip! I am very lazy about dried beans. Nice to see you back in this space. :)

[Chez]

I love cannellini beans and have a gorgeous soup recipe that's basically just beans, stock, garlic and rosemary. It is SO good, but I haven't made it for years because of it's uncomfortable and unwelcome digestive impact (as you say, no matter how long I soaked or cooked them for). Happy to know that the solution is ridiculously easy and that there is bean soup in my future again :-)

[lucy]

@denise - i'd love to share, but it's not my recipe...

@elizabeth - thank you :-) i've been going through your blog, making all sorts of things of late - on a bit of a tofu binge. salt! yes. i do it with lentils and it works a treat. will attempt with cannellini beans in conjunction with that 30 minute boil.

@cindy - hi, you - i've become concerned about tinned beans after reading so much paleo nonesense, and it was amy chaplin who ultimately convinced me to play with dried beans again, to weave them into my daily cooking. hope you are well, lovely!

@chez - that sounds like my ideal soup! simplicity is one of those things that depends so much on the success of individual ingredients. hope it works for you - they still need an age to cook, but digestive wellness WILL be yours, too ;-)