Growing up in Kentucky, Boston Baked Beans were a must have when we traveled from the city to the country on Sunday mornings.
Me, my cousins, my great-aunts and my grandmother would visit my grandmothers hometown of Hodgenville, (also known as Abraham Lincoln's birthplace) where most of my family lives.
On the way there, and on the way back, (besides needing some Lemonheads) I also loved to grab a box of Boston Baked Beans, or two...
I loved the sweet, crunchy and slightly melt in your mouth exterior that led you to the inside of the bean. Let's face it, I just loved the sugar.
Do you remember Boston Baked Beans? Do you still eat them? Comment below!